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Poetic Memoirs of the 
World War 



By 
REV. JAMES TREWARTHA, B.D. 

(Anglo-American Poet) 
WATERLOO, IOWA 



VOLUME I 



PRINTED FOR THE AUTHOR BY 

THE METHODIST BOOK CONCERN 
NEW YORK CINCINNATI CHICAGO 



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Copyright, 1920, by 

JAMES TREWARTHA 



MAR -2 1921 
S)CI,A605983 



Preface 

These poems for young folks are intended, 
With facts and information blended. 
And we have sought the best we could, 
Their moral and their mental good. 
They are intended for the young, 
And older folks that are unstrung. 
And may be spoken or may be sung. 
And are good for every one. 
If there are old or even maim 
To help along life's weary lane, 
For future youth these did prepare, 
But present ones its joys may share. 
There are many histories now, they say, 
But these are mostly a mystery. 
And the most fascinating so far 
Of the great and cruel war. 
It is my purpose and my plan 
To help the youngsters all I can, 
To do for young folks all I could 
To make them better and be good. 
What little time on earth I stay, — 
Being seventy-five years old to-day. — 
The facts here stated are little known, 
But out of this cruel war have grown. 
There are several reasons, we might say. 
Why we write this book to-day: 
First, that young folks we might tell. 
As Sherman said, "that war is hell". 
To abhor all war as along they go, 
As any one would a volcano. 
Dry history — seldon read at any time 
These facts they will, when put in rhyme. 
In the second place they novels read, 
With love and murder as their creed. 

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As they read this stuff 'most every day, 

Care little for good things anyway. 

Filling their heads till they almost bust 

With trashy stuff worse than sawdust, 

While we give facts of the war which they 

May read with interest every day. 

Not only this, we give to them 

A moral lesson with every poem, 

For with these poems a moral is given. 

That they may learn the way to heaven. 

And we wish to leave a good influence behind 

When a better country we hope to find, 

And that we might give aid some day 

To the world's need and charity. 

Or to helpless soldiers who might be 

In need of aid or charity. 

So "Memoirs of the War" in rhyme 

We give to young folks at this time. 

A short history of each nation too. 

And the sufferings they went through. 

Twenty nations engaged in all, 

Many of them did badly fall. 

The thrilling deeds and sacrifice 

Of the many daring spies, 

Beautiful girls who got too wise, 

In love with officers lost their lives. 

And the wonderful efforts some did make 

That the war they might escape. 

The part animals took in the war, 

Helped by tanks and motor car. 

To horses and mules it was so trying, 

So many of them there were dying. 

Pigeons with reports were flying, 

War dogs with sea lions vying, 

The cooties and the rats so trying. 

Men like heros round them dying. 

In this war so very trying. 

The bravery of its heroes too. 

The daring deeds that they did do, 

And the daring deeds of submarines, 

Airplanes fighting and such things. 

Beside these things many others too 

In these books we give to you. 

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A moral lesson you also may learn 

As you from these pages turn. 

That after you have read them o'er and o'er, 

Hope to meet you on the other shore, 

Where there is pleasure for evermore; 

That you may live a better life 

Amid this world of din and strife. 

So these books it may be said 

Are interesting to be read, 

And should be read by every youth. 

As there's nothing but the truth 

They will not throw this book away, 

But want to read it every day. 



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Poetic Memoirs of the 
World War 

American Legion 

At our country's call we came, four million men 

or more, 
From California's golden strand to old New England's 

shore. 
And as the bugle sounded, we did not hesitate or pause 
To join our glorious Allies, and fight for freedom's 

cause. 
As all along the British coast and on Columbia's shore 
We heard the martial music and the cannons' opening 

roar. 
We rallied round the standard that we do love the best. 
And left our wives and children dear, to do their very 

best. 
We rallied in the mountains and martialed on the 

plain. 
And all along our journey this was our grand refrain — 

CHORUS 

'Tis freedom forever here and far, 
Down with the tyrant and up with our star, 
For this our motto is, and ever shall remain; 
Then rally round the flag, boys, again and again. 

We rallied on the prairie and crossed o'er the stream 
And all over the country our forces might be seen. 
We were training in the city and drilling on the shore, 
And over every top we heard the cannons' roar, 

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And all over the country, to this great affray, 

We heard the martial music calling us away. 

We were drilling on the land and crossing o'er the 

main, 
And went to join the Allies till we came back again. • 

CHORUS 

'Tis liberty forever here and far, 
Down with the traitor and up with our star, 
For this our motto is, and ever shall remain ; 
Then rally round the flag, boy, again and again. 

The stars and stripes forever waving over our head. 
For this, our glorious banner, our blood we will shed. 
To this our country's emblem we ever will be true. 
Then three cheers for "Old Glory" — its red, white, 
and blue. 
For 'neath its glorious colors we ever will be found, 
And with it waving over us, we will the world go round. 
We'll fight for democracy, its principles declare, 
Till all the nations of the earth its benefits shall share. 

CHORUS 

'Tis democracy forever here and far, 
Down with autocracy and up with our star, 
For its sacred principles we ever shall retain ; 
Then rally round the flag, boys, again and again. 

We'll stand for those principles our fathers did declare. 
The inalienable rights of man everywhere. 
Proclaim those principles that gave our nation birth, 
The free'st land, the grandest land of any on the earth. 
Th^ principles "Father Abraham" declared of so 

much worth. 
That "government of the people, by the people perish 

not from the earth". 

CHORUS 

'Tis human rights forever here and far, 
Down with usurpers and up with our star. 
Those rights for all nations forever shall remain; 
Then rally round the flag, boys, again and again. 

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We'll stand for those principles with our grand Allies 
Until the echo of our songs shall reach unto the skies, 
From where they came, from where they were given. 
Ordained for man by the God of heaven, 
Proclaimed on the earth by the 'Trince of peace", 
That war and strife forever cease. 
Then with this banner floating o'er us, 
We will ever prove victorious, 
Till every land and every clime 
Accept these principles divine. 

CHORUS 

'Tis freedom forever here and far, 
Down with oppressors and up with our star, 
This freedom and liberty ever shall proclaim; 
Then rally round the flag, boys, again and again. 



Then three cheers for ''Old Glory" waving in the 

breeze. 
Three cheers for the "Union Jack" floating o'er the 

seas, 
Three cheers for the "Tri-color" of fair, sunny France, 
For these glorious banners did freedom's cause ad- 
vance, 
For 'neath these glorious emblems did fight our grand 

Allies. 
Now let our songs of victory reach unto the skies, 
And while our songs of triumph around the earth we 

sing. 
We must not be forgetful of the great God, our King. 
For this cruel monarch, as he sat on his throne on high, 
Declared "I have the God of heaven for my grand 

ally". 
But this mighty monarch with his mighty forces nigh, 
Found out he was mistaken, that God was our ally. 

CHORUS 

'Tis God-given rights, here and far, 
Down with all tyrany and up with our star. 
Freedom for His people He ever will maintain ; 
Then rally round the flag, boys, again and again. 

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And while the fearful conflict was raging here and 

there, 
The chieftains of the allied host were engaged in 

fervent prayer. 
And it is written in God's word, and truly doth obtain, 
He maketh man's wrath to praise him, the rest he 

doth restrain. 
While all the nations of the earth this tyrant did defy. 
We must give all the glory to the God who rules on 

high. 
And now let every nation that would be just and 

strong, 
Trust in the power of His might and with us go along. 
And as our parting song we sing, and say to each 

"Good-bye", 
All glory be to God our King, who reigns above on 

high. 

CHORUS 

And may He ever with us be here and far, 
Who granted us our liberty and gave us freedom's star, 
This freedom for his people He ever will retain. 
Then rally round the flag, boys, again and again. 



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Yankee Song of Victory 

And this our joyous song shall be 
Through time and all futurity, 
The Germans we did badly beat, 
Pursued them in their great retreat. 

CHORUS 

Yankee boys, keep it up, 

With your guns so handy. 

Fight for the right 

With all your might, 

And you'll be called a dandy. 

Autocracy we did defeat, 
And democracy they had to greet. 
And when they did give up their fleet, 
The allied victory was complete. 

CHORUS 

Yankee boys, keep it up. 

With your guns so handy. 

It is such fun 

To beat the Hun, 

For any real good dandy. 

And in the future will be seen 
The crumbling on this war machine, 
For it shall fight and war no more. 
And never run as it did before. 

CHORUS 

Yankee boys, keep it up, 

With your guns so handy. 

With British tanks 

To aid you, Yanks, 

You sure should be a dandy. 

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For it did loudly bomb and boom 
Till many nations saw their doom, 
Its mighty guns did flash and roar, 
And gas and shot and shell outpour. 

CHORUS 

Yankee boys, keep it up, 
With your guns so handy. 
In due time 
You'll cross the Rhine 
As a triumphant dandy. 

The Kaiser in his exultation 
Bid defiance to every nation, 
And this he said, as he sat on high, 
*'The God of heaven is my ally". 

CHORUS 

Yankee boys, keep it up. 

Just like a real good dandy, 

This Hun defy, 

He had to lie 

To play his game so handy. 

"I do not fear the Allies' trend, 
For I shall see a glorious end, 
And they will soon have to retreat 
As my forces do them beat." 

CHORUS 

Yankee boys, keep it up, 

With your guns so handy, 

This mighty Hun 

Can be overcome 

By any real good dandy. 

**And my 'Kultur', too, o'er the earth I'll spread, 
And shall no more the nations dread", 
But since they have dethroned the Kaiser, 
He has become a little wiser. 

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CHORUS 

Yankee boys, keep it up, 
With your guns so handy, 
Till the fight is done, 
And the victory won, 
For every Yankee dandy. 

The Hun knows now not what to do, 
He seems as though he had the "flu", 
And unless he does get help from you, 
It seems doubtful if he'll get through. 

CHORUS 

Yankee boys, keep it up, 
With your guns so handy, 
See him through . 
Till over the "flu", 
And he may be a dandy. 

The Kaiser did the world defy, 
But from his throne he had to fly. 
The Germans, they did sue for peace, 
And were granted an armistice. 

CHORUS 

Yankee boys, keep it up. 

With your guns so handy. 

Till you enter in 

To old Berlin 

As a triumphant dandy. 

For Hindenburg, so sleek and fine, 
Wants to form another line. 
He wants this line six miles away, 
And there the Boches want to stay. 

CHORUS 

Yankee boys, keep it up. 
With your guns to handy, 
Allow no line, six miles or nine, 
Lest they become too handy. 

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For by their fire, shot, and shell 
They made the earth a very hell. 
But this machine shall no longer last, 
Shall be relegated to the past. 

CHORUS 

Yankee boys, you've kept it up, 
With your guns so handy, 
You're in Coblenz, 
Where your journey ends. 
As a victorious dandy. 

And thanks unto the God of heaven. 
The tyrant from his throne is driven, 
'Neath ''Old Glory's" red, white, and blue 
You have proved yourselves so true. 

CHORUS 

Yankee boys, youVe kept it up, 

With your guns so handy, 

And Uncle Sam 

Has proved every man 

To be a real good dandy. 

And now we will his requiem sing 
O'er all the earth, to God our King; 
To Kaiser, and ''Kultur", too, good-bye 
Oh glory be to God on high. 

CHORUS 

Now, Yankee boys, you've kept it up. 

With your guns so handy. 

Glory at last 

Has crowned the past 

Of every heroic dandy. 



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Kaiser's Birthday 

On January the twenty-eight, 
Just as it was decreed by fate, 
It seems a little strange to say, 
My mother's and mine the same birthday. 
She was forty-four when she died, 
I am nearly seventy-five. 
To-day, though more than seventy-four. 
Continue to write as I did before; 
And now can hardly spare the time 
To put the Kaiser's life in rhyme. 
At first I thought, to my dismay, 
We both were born on the same day. 
Though with different mind and different heart. 
And really fourteen years apart. 
But after looking, was glad to find 
I was at least one day behind. 
Though born but fourteen years before, 
I did not dream so high to soar. 
Though never a monarch would I adore. 
Give them their due and nothing more. 
Though not in such exalted station, 
I would not change my avocation 
As a preacher of God's holy word. 
For any monarch I ever heard. 
Though not deemed of very much worth, 
'Tis the greatest calling on the earth. 
For he, who by the call of heaven 
A license to his call is given. 
And who obeys the divine command : 
*'Go preach my gospel over the land'* 
His service is of far more worth 
Than any monarch on the earth. 
For his only business is, you see, 
To prepare men for eternity. 

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While earthly monarchs out of this line 

Confine themselves to things of time. 

So, in some things, they might be wiser 

Than the learned German Kaiser, 

Who sought in this world fame to find, 

But at last came out behind. 

For the Bible says that "God is love", 

"True wisdom cometh from above," 

To shun the giddy things of earth, 

Seek those things of greater worth. 

And even though a throne is given, 

"Treasure should be laid up in heaven". 

For even a monarch by and by 

Must give account to Him on high. 

So now it may not seem so strange 

That with the Kaiser I would not change, 

And the higher on the throne is he, 

The more his responsibility. 

Though claiming God, did Him defy. 

Broke his commands and now may die. 

But as he had ruled over the Huns they say, 

We'll say a few words 'bout his birthday. 

Some of his followers seem to think. 

While at the Castle of Bentinck, 

They his commands would still obey. 

If in his country he did stay. 

Not only does the Count Bentinck 

Of the Kasier highly think, 

But General Estoroff and wife 

To the Kaiser devote their life. 

To serve the Kaiser had designed. 

His army rank he has resigned. 

Though he seems now quite left alone, 

Most all his servants going home. 

And though there are few reporters, 

He has there yet some supporters. 

And those that are not much his betters, 

Sent him clippings and some letters. 

At his sixtieth birthday meeting 

They sent him also a birthday greeting. 

Birthday greeting and many flowers 

Gathered from the German bowers, 

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And also many a congratulation 

Come there from his near relation, 

Devoted Germans and girls at school, 

Over whom he used to rule. 

In many things they were so blind, 

If they'd known better might change mind. 

But some for him had little use, 

Sent him caricatures and abuse; 

But those who did the Kaiser hate. 

Their letters the censor did abate. 

That they might not him sorrow cause, 

As in his reign he had to pause. 

Seemed fearful of some trap in view. 

That some one would him kidnap, too. 

And that they might not play their card, 

They placed 'round him a double guard. 

And since he lives here in this way. 

His hair and beard are turning gray. 

His mustache too, it seems of late, 

Is drooping down instead of straight. 

As to his work and daily rate. 

He generally gets up at eight. 

And though he does not smile or laugh. 

He generally goes and takes a bath. 

And then, as in his college days. 

Also takes a real massage. 

Then a little after this is past, 

He goes and takes a light breakfast. 

Then after that with little curtail 

He hears reports and gets his mail. 

Then, that his health may be real good. 

Works at sawing and splitting wood. 

Then after doing what else he hath. 

Goes in again and takes a bath. 

Then if there's really no mishap, 

Takes a little lunch and a nap. 

After this would writing be. 

And at five he takes his tea. 

Though in this follows not his German Klan, 

But after the English takes his plan. 

Then, when it gets a little late, 

Eats his dinner just at eight. 

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After dinner, if he's not very sick, 

Is entertained with some music. 

Thus he keeps pretty well in line, 

At nine o'clock is his bedtime. 

This monarch born January twenty-nine, 

So was McKinley at this time: 

But how much better man was he. 

To fill his place and destiny. 

And also, too, the brave Garfield, 

Who to base things would never yield. 

And Roosevelt, who just now died too. 

Just at the time the war was through, 

At last to ameliorate his woes, 

Has gone at length to tailoring clothes. 

And as he did in chopping wood, 

They say at this is pretty good. 

He ought to make his winding sheet, 

Since the "Peace Conference" has sadly beat. 

As Holland would not give him up. 

She did their plans greatly disrupt. 

Instead of punished or banished to some isle, 

She keeps him there, too, quite awhile. 



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Kaiser's Christmas 

In nineteen hundred and eighteen, 

Though not feehng quite serene, 

After this monarch lost his sway, 

He thought he'd celebrate Christmas day; 

And being comparatively alone — 

For he was driven from his throne — 

He thought he'd celebrate once more 

Christmas day as he did before. 

He thought he'd get there all his kin, 

To come together at Amerongen, 

And wished not any to stay behind. 

As in the castle he was confined, 

He bethought himself after a little while 

To celebrate after the German style; 

And thought he would get things to fit 

As far as circumstances would permit. 

And, it is true, strange to believe, 

Had religious rites on Christmas eve. 

Though he had fled to Amerongen, 

Thought he had left some religion. 

But the use of the little village chapel 

Might cause for him a hostile battle, 

So he had to have it in the castle. 

Because he was just like a vassal. 

The ex-emperor would not complain 

If he had had his court chaplain. 

If he had got Rev. Ernest Dyander, 

He would not complain or even ponder. 

To preach the sermon on Christmas eve, 

He him gladly would receive. 

But he was badly taken in 

By the authorities of Berlin, 

For they thought themselves a little wiser 

And really did deny the Kaiser, 

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And it did upset the Kaiser so 

As to Holland he could not go. 

So his own course he had to run, 

And to preach his own sermon. 

But of one thing at least could boast, 

He had the former Emperor's host. 

This was his friend, Count Von Bentinck, 

And with him his family — we think. 

And there was also at this meet 

The former ex-emperor's suite, 

And also the servants of the castle, 

Which came also nearly every vassal. 

With two men also of the estate, 

Who cut trees with him of late. 

As he'd lost his power and his wealth, 

He had to cut them down himself. 

And so they got the best they could 

From the Amerongen Wood. 

But no gifts he also did confess 

Should be given himself or ex-empress. 

He might have thought it was quite a bluff, 

To give to him who had enough ; 

For though his throne he did not hold, 

He had got millions more of gold. 

And we are told also of late. 

He's building on another estate. 

Of course, for the Kaiser's Christmas dinner, 

The turkey bird would be the winner. 

As it is the custom with Prussian wealth, 

The Kaiser it will carve himself, 

For he had left a little nerve. 

And his table guests could serve; 

But what seems funny, at length you see. 

Was his taking an English recipe. 

Which from England his mother-in-law did 

bring, 
To make a good old plum pudding, 
Which, 'tis supposed some time or other, 
Was brought by the ex-emperor's mother. 
For to this Kaiser of little worth 
An English mother did give birth. 
Princess Victoria this recipe did take, 
When Windsor Castle she did forsake. 

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And she became his father's wife, 
To live with him, and spent her Hfe. 
So the dethroned Kaiser had the pride 
To celebrate Christmas this yiiletide — 
But it seems so strange, though at his ease — 
After the dreadful war did cease 
That he should celebrate Christmas eve, 
The day that earth Christ did receive, 
Whose surname was "The Prince of Peace." 
That wars and strife forever cease, 
That He who possessed all power and wealth 
Should of all this deny himself, 
And leave Heaven above and come to men, 
To be born a Babe in Bethlehem; 
Who left his mighty throne on high 
To come to earth and at last to die. 
That even one might not be left behind * 
Of all the race of humankind. 
And to all His glory upon high 
He had said a long good-bye, 
And did come down to this earth below, 
That sinful men to heaven might go ; 
That from this world of sin and strife 
They might enjoy eternal life; 
That they might happy be 
Through time and in eternity. 
As we look at the great Kaiser's past, 
What a mighty and great contrast! 
The gap between them is so vast. 
One seeks for all mankind good -will, 
The other his selfish lusts fulfill. 
The One did seek for all men peace. 
The other only war to increase. 
The Master seeks to destroy all ill, 
The Kaiser to do his selfish will. 
.The Master said to "do the right", 
The Kaiser says, "Let's go and fight". 
The Master seeks all men to bless, 
The Kaiser sinks them in distress. 
The Master's creed is from above. 
We should not hate, but all should love. 
The Kaiser says, "Down with the weak!" 
The Master says, "Turn the other cheek". 

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The Kaiser's creed is from below, 
That for our enemies we must go. 
The Master, *' Bless them that do curse you", 
The Kaiser, "We'll fight and whip them too". 
And yet this man of strife and hate 
Does even Christmas celebrate. 
Is he not rather quite insane, 
Seeking only this world to gain? 
When Christ was born in Bethlehem, 
That He might save His fellow-men ; 
Yet he claims to be with God allied 
Instead of like Christ, the crucified. 
He was quite different from Roosevelt, too, 
Who passed away as the war was through. 
Who also, too, some years ago 
Talked with Kaiser "Bill", you know. 
And Lincoln, too, who braved his fate. 
As he steered the great ship of state. 
Who, like the Kaiser, did not blunder, 
Parting many states asunder ; 
But sought in his gigantic fight 
To steer the ship of state aright; 
And against the Southerners in the fight 
Held to the cause he thought was right. 
And holding fast, and steering straight, 
"Old Abe" he did not imitate. 
But the Union cause he'd never barter, 
But rather die just like a martyr. 
And when at last the end did gain, 
By a traitor he was slain. 
That this Union might not sever, 
But it might endure forever. 
And minded not the crooks or knaves, 
Gave freedom to four million slaves. 
And gave to freedom a new birth, 
Established liberty on the earth. 
How different with the German Kaiser, 
Who deemed himself so much the wiser. 
Who in his selfishness did crave 
Many nations to enslave. 
And now to go out does hesitate, 
Lest him they should assassinate 
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Like Lincoln, Garfield, McKinley, too, 
Who for the state so much did do. 
But indeed he has reason to fear, 
While these men too were held so dear, 
For they did all the good they could, 
While he deluged the land with blood. 
They also died to make men free. 
He sought to destroy their liberty. 
He is accused of every crime, 
They'll be honored through all time. 
So you see it always pays 
To follow in true wisdom's ways. 



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Kaiser's God 

Kaiser "Wtlhelm" made a great mistake, 

The God he worshiped was his own make. 

Said the God of heaven was his ally, 

But that was only a big lie. 

Of this fact, "Wilhelm", be assured 

By vicious gods you were allured. 

Perchance it was old Woden, possibly old Thor, 

Your ancestors, ancient gods of war. 

Especially Woden, a great god was he, 

The one who gives the victory. 

Perhaps 'twas Mars, the god of war, 

Who made the Roman a conqueror, 

For this god did help them, you see, 

To shed blood over the whole country. 

Perhaps it was old Jupiter to whom you had to go, 

To have him hurl his thunderbolts on people here 

below. 
Because the nations would not to you bow. 
You went to kicking up this row. 
An.d upon the nations you did defy, 
To dart his lightning from the sky. 
At least if you did not him hire, 
He certainly did you inspire. 
To use your burning gas and fire. 
To Venus or wise Minerva you did not go, 
But to the Krupp factory and Vulcan below. 
And to old Neptune a friend you tried to be. 
With his mighty trident on the sea, 
So that the Allies you might beat. 
You needed more help upon the deep. 
And so hired Neptune, too, it seems, 
That he might help your submarines. 
For then youxould get so very nigh 
When the waves were rolling high. 
And blow up a ship of the Allies too, 
Before they saw a sign of you. 

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Beside there's Baal, the Syrian god, 

Who in ancient times was such a fraud. 

Just like yourself the ideal (?) one, 

Who represented Sol the Sun, 

And was worshiped by everyone 

Till by Elijah's God outdone. 

As the fire descended on the altar there, 

In answer to Elijah's prayer. 

But though this religion was in vain 

And eight hundred prophets slain. 

There was one like you, the Scriptures say. 

That wicked Jezebel, by the way. 

Who swore Elijah should be slain. 

And Baal there should still remain. 

Whether drought or whether rain. 

And all his troubles would be in vain. 

Though they had no rain for full three years. 

And the people were in tears; 

But she got what was her meet, 

The dogs did eat her in the street. 

Though Elijah had to flee away. 

But at last did gain the day. 

So the people turned from bad to good. 

By Elijah doing what he could. 

If you wish to know more 'bout these things 

Read in the Bible — Book of Kings. 

There was an old king then there too. 

Kaiser Wilhelm, just like you, 

Who, instead of doing what was right, 

All good people he would fight, 

And who wished to kill every one 

Who did not worship Baal the Sun. 

So it seemed the same with you, 

Before the war was gotten through. 

Perhaps 'twas old Moloch you did inquire, 

Who had his victims burned in fire, 

As near Jerusalem incense arose, 

So you sacrificed your foes. 

Since you also to quell your ire 

Burned your victims in the fire. 

Perhaps to the Persian god you tuned your 

lyre, 
Who also was the god of fire, 

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For on the Allies both near and far 
You turned your gas and burning tar. 
And this not enough to quell your ire, 
Use "dum-dum shells" and liquid fire. 
Or perchance Odin the god the worst, 
Who was a mighty god at first. 
But who so greatly did miscarry, 
Was afterwards nicknamed "Old Harry". 
'Twas to him your incense did arise, 
Who required human sacrifice. 
As you like him did much miscarry 
^'Allied with God"— 'twas the "Old Harry' 
And you like him took many lives. 
Millions of men did sacrifice. 
And while many victims were dying there, 
Martial music filled the air. 
So like him to quell your ire. 
Had martial music, gas, and fire. 
In his holocaust they burnt a score, 
In yours about a million more. 
And that their cries you might not hear, 
You stood far off for very fear. 
You didn't care how fell the men, 
If you were far away from them. 
Or if you were far off one side. 
Did in a bomb-proof auto ride. 
Which god it was, you may be assured 
You were by one of these allured. 
Unless it was the god of the Druid, 
Who in his methods was so rude. 
But you ought to do much better than he, 
Having so much "Kultur", too, you see. 
And you like him to gratify your lust, 
Sacrificed many in this holocaust. 
For this god had it his own way, 
And many people did he slay, 
So filled with cruelty and hate. 
That many people met their fate. 
To satisfy this old god's rage 
They put them in a wicker cage. 
In order to his favor win, 
Put men, women, and children in. 

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And then to quell the old god's ire 
Set the Holocaust afire. 
And to drown the poor victims cries, 
Chants and anthems did arise. 
And of all the gods that were so mean, 
This one was the god supreme. 
Yet such cruelty to quell his ire, 
Was nothing to what you did require, 
For all those gods you did excell, 
And made the earth a very hell; 
For your cruel men with your desire 
Poured on the Allies liquid fire, 
And as the fire on your victims fell, 
'Twas made for them a very hell. 
So much misery you did entail, 
For widows and orphans to bewail. 
As many husbands and brothers fell 
Till ''Sunny France" was a literal hell, 
And did not for their suffering care 
As they bomb too from the air. 
And then like fiends did laugh and scoff 
As the hands of boys they did cut off. 
Fair girls and women did not escape, 
Whom your imps also did rape. 
From men and women did prayers arise, 
But were offered up in sacrifice. 
And innocent infants who too were there 
Were tossed on bayonets in the air, 
And then despite their mothers' cry 
Tossed back to them in their arms to die. 
Enough destruction they could not find, 
Burned everything they left behind. 
And many who had their all at stake 
You did away to bondage take, 
Or put them out on your front line 
To be shot down at any time. 
Put them in front on the battlefield. 
That you from bullets they might shield. 
And many men in torment died, 
Some being even crucified, 
To say nothing of your submarines. 
Where there were such awful scenes. 

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How they like crocodiles did creep, 

Wreck and sink men there in the deep! 

No tnatter 'bout their tears and cries 

Of the hundreds they did sacrifice. 

Some so hardened and sunk in sin, 

That all they did was then to grin. 

Thus you so many innocent lives 

Offered up in your sacrifice, 

And one of these gods was your ally, 

But not the God who rules on high. 

The god you chose was of your own make, 

There's where you made a big mistake. 

As you've found out, now 'tis too late 

And you may reap a bitter fate. 

It was not indeed the Almighty's will 

Your neighbors you should slay and kill. 

He has said, ''Thou shalt not kill!" 

Did you this command fulfill? 

"And he that doth his brother slay, 

For him his life shall surely pay." ' 

This may yet also come true 

With such fellows too as you. 

And he who serves the God on high 

Must hear the "widows' and orphans' cry", 

Must give them succor and lend them aid. 

But you have thousands of them made. 

And to gratify your ambitious will 

Many millions more did kill. 

So it seems very strange and odd 

That you claim to be allied with God. 

Without a doubt or any cavil 

You were allied then with the devil, 

Like the ancient heathen claiming "might is right,' 

Instead of the truth that "right is might". 

So you'd better "turn over a new leaf", 

For your existence may be brief. 

Peradventure you might be forgiven, 

If such a wretch can enter Heaven. 

It seems as we your character trace, 

You're more fitted for the other place. 

For as "Satan entered Judas" too, 

He certainly entered into you. 

Will take possession of you too. 

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Kaiser's Temptation 

Lucifer, we read, in ancient time 

Sought to take the throne divine, 

And from that place was hurled Selow, 

And down to Hades he did go. 

But finally did take a leave 

And came to tempt old mother Eve, 

And by his very superior cunning 

Got them into sin arunning. 

And ever since father Adam's fall 

Laid claim to this terrestrial ball. 

In later days he got much wiser, 

And thought he'd try the German Kaiser. 

Who said he was with Christ allied — 

The one that was once crucified — 

So he decided to take a leave, 

"All earthly nations to deceive", 

Attempted to deceive his master too, 

But found he had too much to do. 

Said to this world he had a right, 

And for its subjects he would fight. 

When Christ had fasted "forty days". 

The tempter came without delays. 

Saying, if he wanted to be fed, 

"He might change those stones to bread", 

But Jesus not wishing to show his might, 

Defeated the devil then all right. 

Said, "Man shall not live by bread alone" 

But "by the word of God," 'tis shown. 

Then he took him to a mountain high 

And showed him all the kingdoms nigh, 

And all the glory of the world 

Was there before His eyes unfurled. 

"All these things will I give to thee 

Tf thou fall down and worship me". 

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But he for Satan had too much nerve, 

*'The Lord thy God only shalt thou serve". 

So Satan decided he must go 

When Christ dealt him that final blow. 

Then Satan bethought himself one day 

How best over earth he could hold sway. 

Said to himself, ''I'll seek from this hour 

A man that has a lust for power 

Like Caesar, Napoleon, Alexander had. 

With this passion I'll make him mad, 

And as his armies forth do go 

I'll get him help from here below."— 

For Satan oft in an evil fight 

"Appears just as a saint of light". — 

And so the question went all around 

Till a little cunning imp he found. 

Who seemed to be a little wiser 

And was a friend of ''Bill" the Kaiser. 

And all the imps around did grin 

As they thought how he'd take him in, 

And so he stalked the earth abroad 

Until on German soil he trod. 

For as he wandered round the earth 

He found his friend of royal birth, 

And when he saw him he did grin 

And thought how he would take him in. 

This imp had known him in his youth, 

How he wandered from the truth, 

How he had wandered far away. 

And the mischief he did play. 

Among the girls and women folk — 

And this indeed is not a joke — 

Now he'd become a little older. 

And of course a little bolder, 

And he thought to get at least 

Much greater power in the East. ^ 

To secure this 'twould not be bad 

And run a railroad to Bagdad. 

This way could gain favor in the East, 

And some of Turkey to say the least. 

For this also he had the grit 

To build a palace on Olivet. 

It didn't matter whether from thence 

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He reigned in a temporal or spiritual sense, 

He could be like the Pope of Rome, 

And have Jerusalem for his home. 

From there his banner could be unfurled, 

And like the Messiah could rule the world, 

From there control both East and West, 

And run the world as he thought best. 

And so this little cunning elf 

Promised the Kaiser power and wealth. 

As he could get great power and pelf 

He thought 'twas suggested by God himself. 

And as the Kaiser wished so much wealth, 

Even went beyond the devil himself, 

Who said to Christ before, you see, 

''All these kingdoms will I give to Thee 

If thou wilt fall down and worship me" — 

For the Kaiser wanted a good deal more 

Than they could see from that mountain o'er- 

Then the devil said, ''All this world shall be 

Governed or be controlled by thee, 

If thou wilt only worship me. 

And we will set the world ablaze, 

And will mighty armies raise 

And set this old world all acraze. 

It matters not how many we kill, 

If you will only do my will. 

Do not hesitate or count the cost, 

No matter how many lives are lost. 

No matter for suffering or misery. 

For that's my business, too, you see". 

As the devil tried Christ to deceive. 

Caught the Kaiser, made him believe 

That German "Kultur" and German fame 

Would dominate this world the same, 

And as God was his great ally 

Thought all nations he could defy. 

As it is written in Revelations, 

* 'Satan went forth to deceive the nations." 

And as he went, became much wiser. 

Lit on German soil and got the Kaiser. 

Thus inspired by an imp from down in hell 

Aspired to world dominion — alas! he fell, 

Like Caesar, Napoleon, Alexander, say 

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Failed to be a great man of "destiny". 

For this imp gave him a wrong opinion 

About his getting a world dominion. 

! Instead of this he fooled him so bad, 

He only lost what before he had. 

So instead of getting great elevation, 

Was lured by the "devil's" own temptation. 

Accusation 

As to the origin of this fight 

Many things have come to light, 

Even from the archives of Berlin 

Comes some history to begin. 

As we've reviewed this great temptation, 

We'll now review his accusation. 

It does seem now, has come out since, 

It was the Kaiser and the Prince, 

And as you have already heard, 

Von Ludendorf and Hindenburg. 

Upon a war scheme they were bent. 

Shown by records of government, 

The Crown Prince was so much the wiser, 

Sought to clear himself, also the Kaiser. 

This only made his actual crime 

A little brighter still to shine. 

For being in fear, also great awe, 

Acknowledged they were a mere "Cat's paw", 

But laying aside his wrath and ire, 

We'll see if he can stand the fire. 

For the Prince, as in and out he went. 

Declared they both were innocent. 

And in order to let those cunning ones out, 

Other serpents were lying about ; 

One is Admiral Von Tirpitz, 

Who does deserve particular fits, 

For the cruel war he would never stop 

Till the "ruthless" submarine he got. 

As he was commander of the sea, 

And as cruel a wretch as he could be. 

It mattered not what lives were lost, 

Nor would he ever count the cost. 

The next who, too, deserved their fate 

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Was the "industrial class of late.'* 

Another class that did the same 

Were those who played the "Junker" game. 

After many things had come to light 

The Kaiser, too, was caught all right. 

One for the Kaiser himself did go, 

It was Prince Albert of Monaco. 

For as they rambled here and there, 

Each other's views did often share — 

And the Kaiser was not then aware 

That those things would be made so bare — 

And as they were hunting around, 

The Kaiser's letters, too, were found. 

And Prince Albert was much wiser 

Than his cousin, the ruling Kaiser, 

For with all his power and all his might 

He advised the Kaiser to do the right, 

And whatever in future there might be, 

Advised justice and equity. 

And gave the successive steps in which he went 

In yielding to the military element. 

And to the Kaiser oft did say — 

Though he went the other way — 

"During these seventeen years I've gone through, 

I've talked kindly and entreated you 

To treat all nations with benignity, 

And in justice, right, and equity. 

And seek to unite them all in peace 

By declaring for each strict justice. 

That their interests too you might advance, 

Especially Germany and France. 

I speak with the firmness of my soul 

That the greatest forces might not control." 

On the beauties of civilization he did dilate 

Which brutish force would annihilate. 

And that honor and love should still abide. 

Whatever ill might them betide. 

"You might be the 'greatest figure' in your time 

If 'European justice' you would enshrine, 

And give your authority, with all your might. 

To the ideals of justice, peace, and right, 

To which mankind at first were born, 

And back now eagerly return. 

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But instead of this you did maintain 

Your 'brutal customs' all the same, 

Until Germany has dragged you down, 

And other nations on you frown. 

Instead of this, seeking world power, 

Not civilization, to this hour. 

Although you told me there one day — 

As if there was no other way, — 

'Twas not your right, and you would cease 

From conserving a world peace, 

And when Duke Ferdinand was slain 

You must 'do it all over again', 

And history when it's written down 

Upon your actions, too, will frown. 

For your conscience is badly geared 

And it seems so badly seared, 

That responsibility for deliberate war 

Will be put upon you, too, so far, 

And I believe that France is bent 

Upon a peaceful settlement. 

But you seemed afraid of your own fate, 

Saying, 'I must hurry or be too late', 

For by the positions other nations take 

'Other arrangements I must make'." 

Then he goes on, and too relates 

About England and the United States, 

That as each one looks around at home 

They will leave Germany alone. 

Then says "A transformation I did see 

In your own mentality. 

When in 1914, in the month of June, 

You did play a different tune 

On the Hohenzollern up there at Kiel — 

You surely meant it to be real — 

When the English did your ships approach. 

You only cared to them reproach. 

Though they came there you to salute 

And pay you a cordial tribute. 

You seem to fear, or think, or dread. 

That they around you war might spread, 

And when they came so very near. 

You spoke about this very clear. 

'If they oblige me to make war, 

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This world will see what it did not before.' 
You seemed, too, touched with ferocity 
And your mind with animosity, 
And yet you seemed a little forlorn 
As these ferocious views took form. 
Though you seemed touched at the foresight, 
You willfully shut out the light. 
And if on war you did not insist, 
The military clique did not resist, 
For you added thereto in advance 
Those officers did laugh and dance 
With our women, and seemed very far 
From threatening then or making war; 
And when the Czar suggested about The Hague, 
Your military views seemed already made. 
That noble movement did most revile, 
Saying, 'You might participate* — with a smile 
Its real worth you did not estimate. 
And appointed a general delegate. 
The Czar you thought to hold in your hands 
If so, it's revolting to all lands. 
For if the Czar committed any crime, 
Germany was responsible at that time, 
And Nicholas did not betray his Allies, 
Nor did he folks so much surprise. 
He did not care so much for booty, 
But simply wished to do his duty. 
But certainly did not agree with you. 
Though he hardly knew just what to do. 
And though 'you held him in your hands', 
Was slain by Bolsheviki bands. 
Whom you did not attempt to stop. 
But was the cause of the Russian plot, 
And now you too at last are caught. 
And to trial will be brought. 
Though you seek to relieve your lot. 
You to judgment will be brought. 
Engaged in murder, crime, and strife, 
You may have to lose your life, 
And you surely deserve your fate. 
Though it may come a little late. 
For those who too the sword do take 
Make a great and sad mistake, , 

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For they shall meet a similar fate. 
For this is written in God's word 
^Those who take, perish by the sword*. 
The Kaiser too, say what he will, 
Is still held responsible, 
He's responsible under the constitution 
For causing this mighty revolution. 
Violated the international treaty, 
Of 'international morality' guilty. 
He was in such a lofty station. 
As if under no obligation. 
Treaties and obligations were thrown aside, 
That he might gratify his pride. 
Whatever evil might betide, 
And he himself can not be hid. 
For others done as he had bid. 
For it was his own selfish will 
The soldiers also must fulfill. 
And hence on him does come the blame 
Of his soldiers, all the same, 
And he also cut up this caper 
Of making the treaty 'a scrap of paper', 
And thus began the violation. 
Throwing aside all legislation, 
Saying on that day and very hour — 
When he alone possessed the power, 
To Emperor Joseph wrote a letter — 
That binds him since just like a fetter — 
In which he made an awful blunder. 
Saying, 'My soul is nearly torn asunder, 
Everything must be put to fire and blood. '- 
He could have helped it if he would. 
Throats of men, women, and children cut, 
That his ambitions he might glut. 
And thus a fierce war must be waged 
Against the children and the aged, 
'Not a house left standing, or a tree, 
Till we secure the victory'. 
With such methods and such terror 
We will strike the French with horror. 
The war will end within three months 
By making such gigantic stunts. 
This will be true with no mistake, 

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With a people so 'degenerate'. 
*If humanitarian methods are used by me, 
The war for years prolonged may be. 
If we should stop for cries or tears, 
This war might last for many years/ 
And thus he talked, insane, or mad, 
And took the methods that were bad, 
And so he really had his way. 
And he's responsible to-day, 
For as he says or did decide, 
Over humanitarianism he would ride. 
*This principle I must advance, 
Despite my own repugnance,' " 
So there is not the least utility 
Of his trying to shift responsibility. 
And thereby, too, his fate did seal, 
As these facts we now reveal. 
Though coming for him a little late. 
He had to leave his grand estate, 
.And now he is in a pretty plight 
Because he would not do the right. 
For why was he bound to begin 
This cruel war, we now ask him? 
Only to gratify his own ambition 
And spread his *'Kultur" or superstition, 
Or listening to that imp's opinion 
To aspire to world dominion. 
Now from his throne he has to fly, 
And possibly may have to die. 
And now, though it may seem so strange. 
Has come so quickly the great change, 
For it is quite a different thing 
When he, himself, can not be king. 
Now as a vassal have to be. 
And suffer much indignity. 
And to afford himself still less cheer 
He has had trouble in his ear. 
Which is affected since he went 
Into Holland in banishment. 
And grown much older, they do say 
His head and beard are turning gray. 
And oft does fear, and troubles dread. 
And sometimes seems out of his head. 

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And is insane, some really think, 
In the castle of Bentinck, 
But if he hadn't been out before, 
His head might not be now so sore. 
He seems brought more to his senses now, 
Than when he got up this awful row, 
And ought to suffer anyhow, 
To know how others feel just now. ( 

'Tis said at times he oft doth rave, 
And to insomnia is a slave, 
And oft is found in a half-clad plight 
As he leaves his bed at night. 
When he gets up 'tis also said 
He suffers badly with his head, 
And at times in the castle ground 
In a half-clad state is found. 
One day also he got a whim, 
And sought to go to old Berlin. 
This thing he was so set upon, 
He thought himself Napoleon. 
Among his troubles and many ills 
Had perspiration and some chills. 
But is engaged in sawing wood, 
To improve his health and make it good. 
Like "Old Abe" who rails did split. 
So the Kaiser saws a bit. 
And though not now such a man of wealth-, 
Tries at least to improve his health. 
He may exercise a little bit, 
Till from that place he has to quit. 
Has time to think it over awhile. 
And not put on so much fine style. 
And curled his mustache up just so. 
As in days gone by, as you may know. 
But now it hangs a little low 
As he around the park does go. 
He is more humble, too, of late. 
And, like Napoleon, may meet his fate 
By being slain or banished to some isle, 
There to think it over awhile. 
Different from Christ to whom the devil came, 
Who tempted him to get world fame. 
Saying, "All these things will I give to Thee 
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If thou wilt fall down and worship me/* 

But as Napoleon said, 'These things are gone 

That we monarchs relied upon : 

While the armies of Christ are marching on. 

We relied on force, but He on love, 

While He guards them there now from above, 

While on ours we can not rely, 

They have gone and we must die. 

And to our reward must shortly go. 

There to *'reap what here we sow". 

So many young folks who are not true 

Are led away and tempted too. 

Who listen to bad suggestions and obey. 

Will reap it in some future day. 

If you yield to temptation, the Scriptures saith, 

"The wages of sin is surely death.'* 

"Then yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin. 

Each victory will help you another to win, 

Press manfully onward, dark passions subdue. 

Look ever to Jesus, He'll carry you through." 



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Kaiser's Effigy 

On the eleventh of November I woke up late 

The day the Kaiser did abdicate. 

I thought the town was all ablaze, 

And all the people on a craze, 

For the whistles blew and the bells did ring, 

So I thought it was some awful thing, 

But when I learned a little after, 

I was almost filled with laughter. 

And when I got a little wiser, 

I found that they had canned the Kaiser. 

That they had granted an armistice. 

And that now the war might cease, 

And so the people all turned out 

And made a noise and mighty shout. 

And knocked at night at the parson's door, 

And shouted that the war was o'er. 

Then heard a knock, too, at my door — 

As I roomed up on second floor. 

I opened the window and looked down 

Upon several boys from over town. 

Asked what they wanted, they said they were 

Going to burn the Kaiser there. 

They were going to have a holocaust, 

Burn the rascal or they'd bust. 

Were going to burn him on the plat. 

And wanted for him my derby hat. 

I threw my hat from the window down, 

They started back then over town, 

And as away to town they run, 

Asked me over to see the fun. 

As if it was a little fun 
To see the burning of any one. 
But if any one should be cremated, 
It was the Kaiser, it was stated. 

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I put on my hat and over town did run 

To see the burning of the Hun, 

For the many crimes that he had done 

Upon the nations every one. 

First they hung him to an old dry tree, 

Then heaped on him indignity; 

Then to carry out their scheme and vent their ire. 

Poured on kerosene, set him afire. 

All I got for my hat as my return, 

Was the satisfaction to see him burn. 

But also to set the Kaiser off, 

Burned Hindenburg and Ludendorff, 

For they had also helped the Kaiser, 

And sometimes thought they were some wiser. 

Then the crowd and assembled throng 

Raised their voices and sang a song. 

That there might be there no evasion 

Appropriate for the occasion. 

And some other parties gave a toast 

While the Kaiser they did roast. 

For they thought they'd give to him 

A little of his own medicine, 

For the Kaiser had even gone so far 

As to use liquid fire and burning tar. 

And still more to quell his ire. 

Burned our men with flaming fire. 

Then as the boys round town did serge, 

Played on tin pans his funeral dirge. 

And the whistles also they did blow 

While the Kaiser was burning so. 

Some one tried to burn the tree. 

But there it stands in lone memory 

Of the great times they had in days gone by. 

When Kaiser Wilhelm, the Hun, did die. 

For they were all mighty glad, you see. 

To burn this monster in effigy. 

Some one ran and rang the bell. 

To sound forth, too, his last death knell. 

Others also the bell did toll. 
For the Kaiser's a poor, lost soul, 

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Who, like poor Judas, for paltry pelf 
Ought to have gone and hung himself. 
But as this with the Kaiser was not to be, 
They thought they would burn him in effigy. 
Though unlike Judas in this respect 
He may yet his punishment get, 
For no one can his punishment shirk, 
''Shall be rewarded according to his work", 
So the Kaiser like Judas will have his turn. 
Better he, too, was never born. 
And we would say to all young men. 
You had better shun both of them. 
If you indeed would happy be, 
In time and in eternity. 



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The Armistice 

• 

When the Allies allowed an Armistice, 

That the cruel war might cease, 

Everything in France gave way 

For this allied victory day. 

Great evidence is given of this 

By the great celebration in Paris. 

The victory on the 11th of November 

Everybody will remember, 

And in their joy and exultation 

Gave the Yanks a great ovation; 

For as they did with Frenchmen blend, 

They had the credit for the end. 

They carried it out in such a manner, 

And played also ''Star-Spangled Banner". 

And as the Yanks were going out 

The girls encircled them about. 

And as the girls their game did play 

The Yanks did try to get away. 

They knew not what they meant by this. 

But it simply meant to have a kiss. 

Each pretty girl that danced around 

Must have a kiss when she was found. 

And this indeed was the only way 

To get released on victory day. 

One nearly broke his neck, they say. 

Trying from them to get away 

Especially from one homely miss, 

Whom he did not want to kiss. 

It was like playing ''ring 'round rosy'*. 

Where every one got "a pot of posy". 

Said the soldier boy who wrote these lines, 

*'I tried to get out several times; 

I honestly believe still more than this, 

One hundred thousand they did kiss, 

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And none of them did ever miss, 
Even old women had to kiss. 
As they did cry "Le Guerre Finis", 
Which in English means just this, 
*'The war is ended" now at last, 
And the bloody battles past. 
And they did our soldiers greet, 
Would cry "Vive Amerique," 
Which means in English by the way, 
**Long live," too, "America". 
One soldier said, "As I stood there 
French bands were playing everywhere, 
I stood at attention at least ten times 
As we stood there in the lines, 
I stood an hour there in this manner 
While they played "Star-Spangled Banner". 
Then the stores were lit up bright, 
Shining with electric light. 
Paris does not even seem the same 
As when she feared the aeroplane. 
For all such things she had to weather, 
Now it's different altogether. 
As before they were getting weak. 
Now it's "Vive Amerique". 
For coming over there so far 
To help them win this mighty war, 
I understood not what they did say, 
It was ''Long live America". 
We answered them "Vive La France" 
In their language and common parlance. 
Innumerable times they grasped my hand, 
Proclaimed their love for my native land. 
Old men and women with no disguise 
Shook our hands, tears in their eyes. 
To pro tray these scenes attempt we might, 
But certainly could not do right, 
For both at night and in the day 
It was terrible anyway. 
You could hardly a comrade meet, 
So awfully crowded was the street. 
Cafes and public places there 
Were so crowded everywhere. 
Everybody was in a hurry, 

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Celebrating and making merry. 
I went to hotels of different kind 
No accommodation could I find. 
' Captured German trophies here and there, 
And Zeppelins scattered everywhere. 
The different streets did hold processions 
Of all manner of professions. 
They were a wild and jubilant mass, 
As they hurried round did often pass 
Memorable scenes of fun and frolic, 
Touched here and there with the pathetic. 
But all in all as on they went 
It was really magnificent. 
Trucks and whistles of every sort 
Were used to help them in the sport, 
French girls and soldiers all aboard 
In many trucks and the little Ford, 
And as they moved and shouted loud 
Became a part of the moving crowd. 
Thus every one did celebrate, they say. 
That French victory holiday. 
And as they celebrated too thus far. 
Say the Yankees also won the war. 
With shaking so many hands in turn, 
My hand almost out is worn. 
My cheeks covered with ''flu" germs you see. 
With so many French girls kissing me. 
These French girls were so very glad, 
They'd danced around us just like mad; 
And we American were glad also. 
To think the ''Boches" had to go. 
Not only so, but they felt so sore 
That they could really fight no more. 
As one wrote when the war did cease, 
"Glory to God, on earth we've peace.'* 
And added to this word again, 
"Peace on earth, good-will to men". 
As in the third "heaven of delight", 
Never shall I forget that night. 
And we talked there also to each other 
About coming home to see our mother. 
So we talked there, every one, 
Of long life and peace to come. 

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Every day these things we did relate, 
And every day did celebrate. 
Since the signing of the Armistice, 
And the cruel war did cease, 
So we all said and say "hurray", 
For this glorious "Victory Day". 
And all bail this day of peace, 
And hope all wars will really cease. 



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Victory Thanksgiving 

After the Armistice in November 
An address we do remember, 
Which was given, by the way. 
By General Pershing Thanksgiving Day. 
'"This," he said in impressive ways, 
"Is the greatest of Thanksgiving days, 
Never have we come before 
With such grateful hearts in store. 
This should be a day of devotion, 
Thanking, too, with great emotion. 
It should find a full expression 
As it takes of us possession, 
Representing here again 
The ideals of our countrymen, 
Which our forebears always cherished. 
And our country always nourished; 
And we are proud to have paid the debt 
Of the great man LaFayette. 
And lent our aid to a great nation, 
To save the world and civilization. 
The unscrupulous invader, by doing our best, 
Has been driven from conquest. 
The tide of conflict, the dark days did see. 
Has been turned to glorious victory. 
As the sounds of battle die away. 
And the beaten foe has lost the day, 
It is now befitting our armies pause, 
And give thanks to God, who was the cause. 
He has guided our course aright, 
And helped us in this mighty fight; 
It was the cry of every soul, 
'Victory is our only goal'. 
This victory by the soldier won. 
We now present to our nation. 

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Only the soldier knows the cost, 

What he has suffered and has lost. 

Soldiers inspired by spiritual sentiment, 

Have prayed for success, although silent. 

For the success of righteousness 

Comes from Him, we must confess. 

To-day with thankfulness do we 

Acknowledge His strength in victory. 

Those who loved liberty better than life, 

Have fallen heroes in this strife. 

For these eternal gratitude shall swell, 

Who sleep there yonder where they fell. 

And to the maimed the honorable scar 

Testifies also to their valor. 

And to the brave whose relentless power 

Has crushed the enemy in this hour. 

Nor should we forget the ones at home, 

Who there now do weep alone ; 

The children and the bereft wife. 

Whose husband lost his precious life. 

Nor those who did not hesitate or pause, 

Impoverished themselves to enrich the cause; 

Nor the comrades at home, though not in front. 

Who helped us here to bear the brunt. 

To many, too, great fame has come. 

As glorious battles they have won. 

And their names inscribed in portals 

With the **glory of immortals". 

Because they thought their cause was just, 

And in the God of battles trust, 

To all has come a new look of life. 

And its obligations since this strife. 

An exalted conception of duty and of home, 

When we and family are there alone. 

A deeper sense of responsibility as on we go, 

To our own nation and God, we know. 

May we give thanks that unselfishness again 

Has given a new vision, a higher aim. 

A firmer purpose, enabling us alike 

To help them praying in this fight. 

This spirit that won victory to-day, 

In the future must be our stay. 

A legacy of peace and happiness, 

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That the world shall surely bless. 

It is not a matter of individual lack, 

An obligation we should carry back; 

Our nation waits, too, your return. 

Believing in the stabiHty of reform. 

Confident it will not be otherwise, 

Than character, ability, and sacrifice. 

For this new power the war did win, 

In its stern school of discipline. 

Now American mothers, dearest ones, 

Await the return of their gallant sons. 

Great cause have we, as with thanks we come 

For trials met and victory won. 

Still more should we think as the war does cease. 

Of the great opportunity to wealth and peace." 



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German Retreat 

The Germans thought to Paris take, 

A great offensive did they make. 

Though the Belgians stopped them there by force, 

From the EngUsh they got the worse, 

Who were sent over there to France, 

To stop the Germans' swift advance. 

When they drove the Frenchmen back. 

And they knew what they were at, 

So sure were they of getting within. 

They appointed a governor from old Berlin. 

But instead of ruling did his lot bewail, 

For he was captured and put in jail. 

When they advanced up to Verdun 

The French they could not overcome, 

And many legions did they lose 

And their armies thus did abuse, 

But they could not any farther go, 

"They shall not pass," the French motto. 

And the British on the Flanders field 

To superior forces would not yield. 

Then they left the British tanks 

And turned aside to try the Yanks. 

As ten thousand arrived that day 

Near the town of Chateau-Thierry, 

There they met them six to one, 

But they made the Germans run. 

It was not long till they turned about 

And for ''Vaterland" were en route. 

When they attack the U. S. marines — 

Who were fed on pork and beans — 

And these marines did shoot and yell 

Until the Boches ran pellmell. 

As they fought did yell and shout, 

And routed these eaters of sour kraut. 

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They were so sadly taken in, 

They turned about for old Berlin. 

The Kaiser, too, on a mountain high 

Viewed his legions as they passed, 

But he, too, was badly taken in 

And started, too, for old Berlin, 

And found out, too, his grand mistake, 

As the U. S. forces did underrate, 

And finding them so hard to beat, 

For fifty miles they did retreat. 

Beaten also at the Argonne and St. Mihiel, 

Where they made the Germans squeal. 

And leaving the city of Rheims behind, 

The fortress of Metz they soon did find, 

But the U. S. forces did Metz surround, 

And the city did badly pound. 

Until with mighty shot and shell 

They made the place a very hell, 

And the awful firing they were under 

Was worse than lightning and the thunder. 

And they were still more sorely beat, 

When they found there was no retreat, 

Food and ammunition they also lacked. 

While Yankee guns around them cracked. 

And as they were entrapped within. 

They could not retreat to old Berlin, 

And as they were surrounded so. 

They might be crushed by a final blow. 

In their terrible plight and sore dismay 

They thought upon another way, 

Either for them their arms to tender 

And to make a full surrender. 

Or in order to secure a peace 

To be granted an armistice. 

That the bloody strife might cease 

And from it get a swift release. 

So finally the Allies granted 

What the Germans really wanted. 

For thirty days did fighting cease 

To see if they really wanted peace. 

But what did the Germans most appall. 

Was that they had to surrender all 

Ships on the sea, arms on the land, 

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Was the Allies stern demand. 

And to further this new relation 

There must be real occupation. 

And as they marched along the way, 

In any town they happ'd to stay, 

As the Yankee legions did advance, 

Were showered upon with the flowers of France. 

And after awhile, following all in line. 

They reached the river and crossed the Rhine, 

And as it were decreed by fate — 

The Yankee soldiers they did hate — 

Were ordered there in their exultation, 

A part of the army of occupation. 

So this is where their journey ends, 

As they settled down there at Coblenz. 

Army of Occupation 

We might speak here in this relation, 
With regard to the army of occupation. 
While the Germans the right way did find, 
The Yanks came marching on behind. 
And the Yankees could not help but smile 
As they followed them all the while. 
The Germans did not smile or frown 
As on the Yanks they did look down, 
And no demonstration did they make, 
But sullenly received their fate. 
And as the Yanks got farther in 
And nearer approached to old Berlin, 
They found many Germans were getting sick 
Of the great military clique. 
And that they thought it soon would die 
And shortly in its grave would lie. 
And that autocracy they could defeat 
And democracy they soon would greet. 
After awhile some Yanks went in 
To watch the food sent to Berlin, 
And quite difl"erent from the recent past 
They found things there were changing fast. 
That they were becoming a little wiser 
Since they had dethroned the Kaiser, 
That the principles of his "Kultur" 

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They must forsake and not endure, 

'Twas time to lay aside autocracy 

And establish a democracy. 

But when this news around did spread 

Autocracy tried to raise its head, 

Its autocrats tried things to run, 

At whose head was Von Mackenson, 

But they struck at it a final blow, 

And since that time it has laid low, 

And even invited our President 

To visit Berlin before home he went. 

This may seem to some quite strange. 

But things sometimes do take a change. 

But the President thought it could not be had 

After they had behaved so bad, 

Though he was willing to do them good 

And soon sent them shiploads of food. 

The allied armies at this time 

Were situated along the Rhine. 

The army of the American nation 

Participated in the occupation, 

The British had their special zone, 

And were stationed at Cologne. 

The French also just at this time 

Were stationed along the upper Rhine. 

This occupation is kept up yet 

Till the Germans pay their debt, 

This business cost them pretty dear, 

Seventy million or more a year. 

They do not like this and do whine. 

But have to pay it all in time. 

So they are asking Dear Uncle Sam 

To withdraw part, if he really can. 

They have to keep the Germans straight 

And not allow them out too late. 

Have to look after them like some boys 

Who stay out late and make a noise. 

In Cologne, there where perfume comes from, 

Some of them were quite headstrong, 

And for this kind they had no use 

And put them in the calaboose. 

Like some young men are apt to be 

Out late at night, get on a spree. 

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And at Coblenz where the Yanks are yet, 

Some of them did saucy get, 

For in the city, right on the street, 

Some Yankee boys they did ill treat. 

And 'bout this matter they were tested, 

And some of them were soon arrested. 

Even some women got on their pranks, 

And jostled on the street some Yanks, 

And the Yanks forbidden, as they went through, 

To have anything with them to do, 

And some of the **Fraulins" living here 

At the Yanks did even sneer, 

Some calmly received them, we are told. 

While others acted very bold, 

One "Fraulin", who was a little bolder, 

Hurled a bottle at a soldier; 

From a window it came through, 

And she hit the Yankee too. 

The chagrined Yank knew not what to do, 

Probably shouted, "That's enough from you". 

She was arrested we may also state, 

Tried by a German magistrate. 

But many such acts they did not plan, 

Would not be taken by Uncle Sam. 

But some of the Yanks — we can't tell why. 

Fell in with "Fraulins" by and by. 

If you wish to know of their courting time, 

See my poem "Watch on the Rhine". 



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Watch on The Rhine 

There was in Medieval time 
A German song, "Watch on the Rhine"; 
Was sung by the Germans oft on a time 
Till the Allies got them on the Rhine. 
Since the Yanks are stationed at Coblenz 
This popular song of the German ends, 
For they are mournful at this time 
To see the Yanks there watch the Rhine.' 
For the Allies being on the "watch" for them, 
They do not sing it now again, 
For the Yanks occupy Ehrenbreitstein, 
The mighty fortress on the Rhine. 
They did not hesitate or stop, 
Till this Gibraltar they had got. 
And the stars and stripes, the U. S. sign, 
Float in glory over the Rhine. 
As back and forth the steamships fly, 
They float "Old Glory" up on high. 
The Rhine seems now a U. S. stream. 
As up and down the boats do steam. 
And now no more as in former time 
Do "Boches" watch upon the Rhine. 
Instead of the Germans "fast and true", 
It is now the American crew. 
And little did its author dream. 
Of such a change upon the stream. 
And when the Germans saw it too, 
Cried out, "It is too bad, it can't be true". 
But soon changed their minds and feeling too, 
Saying, "Uncle Sam, how do you do? 
We have long awaited you, 
But hardly thought you would get through. 
And finally get us Germans too, 
But now we don't feel quite so blue. 

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But now as your march you did begin, 
Don't stop here now, go to Berhn," 
But Uncle said, **Just at this time 
We'll stay awhile upon the Rhine, 
Though after awhile we may go in 
And see what's doing in old Berlin." 
So where the German Eagle flew, 
Sails up and down "red, white, and blue!" 
Ana as the German boats did ply. 
The American Eagle perched on high. 
The German Eagle did squeal and fight, 
But found itself in a sorry plight, 
And lost its courage, too, that night, 
And finally it took its flight. 
Though the German bird had flown much higher, 
And thought he was a better flyer, 
And with his eye upon the sun. 
He thought he had the victory won — 
Before the American bird could fly, 
And soar up really quite so high — 
When to his grief and sore dismay, 
Saw the American bird not far away, 
Coming over the ocean on the fly. 
On the German Eagle had his eye. 
And so he flew so very high. 
He finally got him by and by. 
So finding he could not get away. 
To the American bird became a prey. 
And after a little, just a short time, 
The American bird flew over the Rhine. 
The German bird drooped his wings and flopped. 
For he found out that he was caught. 
And since that time can hardly walk. 
So all his fighting amounts to naught. 
And the German Eagle at last did cry, 
Away from the Rhine I have to fly. 
I can only see with one eye. 
And I'm afraid that I will die. 
If I hadn't listened to that fool Kaiser, 
To-day I'd be a little wiser, 
And to-day I could also fly 
Among the nations a little high, 
Like I did in days of yore. 
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Now my head is most too sore, 

And I'm afraid I'll fly no more, 

For my both wings are broken too, 

And I don't know just what to do. 

But I'll take courage all I can, 

And will call on Uncle Sam. 

To see if he'll help me — I know he can, 

And I can trust him at this time 

To keep for me "Watch on the Rhine". 

And though just now I feel pretty sore, 

I think he'll help me yet some more. 

For he already has been so good 

As to send to us, too, some food. 

And if we try to do better, they say 

They'll help us in a future day. 

And I even wish he would go in 

And keep order there in Berlin. 

For he has already food supplied. 

To distribute it has men to guide. 

For it's the only thing that we can do 

Till we get over this nasty "flu", 

For we're down and out and almost through. 

And do not see what else to do. 

For "flu" and anarchy is a bad disease. 

And we can no longer live at ease. 



Another song just at this time 

Sung by the boys along the Rhine, 

Is watching the "Fraulins" by the way. 

Who live over there in Germany. 

One soldier said they were so kind. 

Just like the girl he left behind. 

And though Uncle Sam tried them to fix. 

Notwithstanding were up to tricks. 

"From the Germans they must keep away. 

Not speak to them or with them stay." 

If a man was a little impudent, 

To the calaboose he went. 

But the Hun "fraulins", they also say, 

Had little more of their own way. 

So the boys kept looking all around 

Till some "fraulin" they had found, 

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For they crept around there on the sly 
And got acquainted by and by, 
And as they were in contact brought, 
Cupid finally got a shot^ 
Not, of course, these folks. to kill, 
But their wishes to fulfill. 
So by and by will, they say, 
Be coming to America. 
For they, too, do like Uncle Sam, 
As he's doing for them all he can. 
A Yank who was "Over There" did say 
He was treated so well that day; 
Treated indeed so kind and fair, 
Better than he was most anywhere. 
And says, "He's going back over there", 
A fraulin's love to really share. 
Going back there to get a wife. 
To live with her there all his life. 
Then they'll have a sweet grand time 
Keeping "Watch upon the Rhine" 
And they'll be "faithful, fast, and true" 
Under the old "Red, White, and Blue", 
For "Uncle" will not Germany squeeze- 
Now she's down upon her knees — 
But say "Get up, Miss, if you please", 
And take this "frau" to be his niece. 
And though before so badly hated, 
Now they have become related, 
We hope there'll be no family row 
As they're better acquainted now. 
As they enjoy that exuberant clime, 
There keeping "Watch upon the Rhine". 



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The Lusitania 

How different now the watch on the Rhine 

From things a year ago this time, 

How different is the great contrast, 

For only a year or two past 

Since the Kaiser was on mischief bent. 

And many ships to the bottom sent. 

Indeed, he got on such a streak, 

Would allow but one ship a week. 

And in order them to reach the goal. 

Must be striped like a barber's pole, 

And also follow a certain course. 

Or else would fare a good deal worse. 

This did the Kaiser — strange to relate 

To Uncle Sam he did dictate, 

That if he sailed upon the seas 

Must say to Kaiser, **If you please". 

And if he gave not his consent. 

The ships down to the bottom went. 

And then most awful was the scene 

Caused by the ''ruthless submarine", 

As they were struck an awful blow 

From beneath by an unseen foe. 

A torpedo from a submarine. 

And soon there was an awful scene 

As when the Lusitania and its crew 

Disappeared from earthly view. 

It was one of the largest ships 

That over the ocean made its trips. 

One of the largest ships of which I've heard, 

With nearly two thousand men aboard, 

And it was sunk so suddenly then. 

With eighteen hundred women and men, 

To say nothing of children fast asleep, 

That were plunged into the deep — 

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When she was sailing along so grand, 
Was near the isle of Ireland; 
And those who were quite wide=awake 
Did seek the lifeboats then to take, 
And if they failed a boat to gain, 
Suddenly sunk into the main. 
But few of them their lives did save, 
And most of them found a watery grave. 
The German crew would not hear their cry, 
So they were left alone to die. 
Did not one human being spare, 
Sailed away and didn't care. 
So they were left in that awful plight 
On that dark and awful night, 
And those who in the boats got away 
Were not seen for many a day, 
And while driven around in that dark night 
Many perished out of sight. 
And thus perished so many men, 
Women too, and little children. 
Eighteen hundred thus met their fate, 
This orgy "Berlin" did celebrate. 
Instead of blaming the captain then, 
Struck off a medal to honor them, 
And for this outrageous butchery 
Struck off a medal of victory. 
Instead of apologizing for this event 
Into a day of rejoicing went, 
And even some preachers upheld this thing 
As through the land this news did ring, 
Such glorious deeds in their annals shine, 
Praised even by a great divine. 
That those who did not approve the act 
Were not right in their minds at that. 
"Whoever can not on himself prevail", 
And this disaster does bewail. 
And in it does not take delight. 
Him we judge to be **not right". 
We talk of pirates of the sea. 
With all their lust and cruelty. 
As they roamed about in days of old. 
But seeking only then for gold. 
But were these pirates half so bold, 

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That roamed the seas in days of old? 
As these Germans, who to the bottom sent 
Thousands of people without one cent, 
When pirates either did steal or kill. 
It was their purses they might fill. 
But what did Germany make by this, 
While all the world does at her hiss. 
Then Uncle Sam this hint did take, 
Began to move, himself to shake, 
Finally awoke, rolled up his sleeve. 
The Kaiser thought 'twas a make-believe. 
But he had awakened from his sleep, 
And went to war then pretty steep, 
And thought he'd be a little wiser, 
And take no insults from the Kaiser. 
So into the war he really went, 
Till the Kaiser got enough, content, 
And if he has any soul he must feel mean 
Over the "ruthless submarine". 
To say nothing of getting his pay, 
And being banished from Germany. 



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Clemenceau Shot 

As the Bolshevik the world did scan, 
They had a deep and well-laid plan, 
And with these tenets sallied forth, 
To spread them all around the earth. 
Their principles they sought to advance 
In several countries, and also France. 
In England they at length did fail, 
And their success they did bewail. 
But at length thought they had a chance 
To spread their tenets there in France; 
While the peace conference there did set, 
Its president they tried to get. 
And then their plan to carry through, 
Hit upon a man nicknamed ''Milu", 
But the real true name of this man 
Was no other than Emile Cottan. 
This man in Paris, too, was bent 
On the killing of the president. 
The name of this president we mention too, 
His name was Premier Clemenceau. 
As Clemenceau passed by that day 
He saw a man there by the way. 
And thought it, too, a little strange 
That his position he did not change. 
So when Clemenceau near him got, 
With a revolver he was shot. 
As for him the assassin goes. 
Two of the bullets pierced his clothes. 
As he got nearer and a little bolder. 
He put a bullet through his shoulder. 
And as he tried, too, to get out 
To see what the shooting was about, 
As he bent forward he was brought 
Into a position for a better shot. 
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The ruffian did not go it blind, 
Running, fired two shots, too, from behind. 
Two bullets also passed by him, 
Making abrasions on the skin. 
As he tried still to shoot some more, 
Clemenceau opened the auto door, 
And with little fear and less alarm. 
Did not receive very much more harm. 
And for his assassin he did go. 
Springing out of his auto. 
For his courage he was so famed, 
The name of "Tiger" he had gained. 
As the bullets also there resounded, 
The chauffeur, he was also wounded. 
But the chauffeur did the auto stop, 
And Clemenceau out of it got. 
A barber did the assassin beat. 
As he caught him in the street. 
And the police then came around 
And the assassin they did pound. 
Clemenceau started for his home, 
Was not allowed to walk alone. 
Many people not be outdone 
Gathered 'round to see him come. 
To a friend, who stood there in line. 
Said, " 'Tis not serious now this time". 
And while joking there and also coughing. 
Said to him, "Oh, 'tis nothing". 
And a priest who thought him then so low, 
Offered his services and told him so. 
But he did almost the priest upset 
By saying, "No, thanks, sir, not just yet.'* 
Though having a fever he did joke. 
And continued still to smoke. 
To Foch's remarks he spoke out blunt, 
'T've dodged bigger bullets at the front'*. 
After an examination of the Premier, 
The doctors really did not fear. 
They thought unless he had a bad spell, 
He would get round and would get well. 
But when going home was a little sick, 
And leaned upon a domestic. 
And some of them, too, did also fear, 

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And were shedding many a tear, 

Clemenceau's virtues they did laud, 

And his bravery did applaud. 

And were glad the Premier 

Was indeed a real ''Tiger". 

And like a tiger he would fight 

When he thought he was in the right. 

And in everything did lead the van. 

And was called the ''grand young man". 

Though not from seventy far away, 

And his head and beard, too, gray, 

But just as courageous in the fight, 

As if his head was not so white. 

And his fame, too, had a chance 

To reach beyond the bounds of France. 

And Lloyd George said, "I tell to you 

The most vigorous man is Clemenceau. 

For I must really, too, confess 

He has got that youthfulness. 

And this, too, is the sacred truth, 

He has the fearlessness of youth. 

For as he works and oft does plan, 

I call him still the 'grand young man'. 

And I think it still but fair 

He occupy the president's chair, 

And that when this war does cease 

He will work for perpetual peace. 

By unfailing courage for his nation 

He has been a great inspiration. 

And further than this we may also say, 

Has untiring courtesy and energy, 

And this old 'grand young man* 

Has always led in the nation's van. 

In courage and heroism, too, so grand, 

Represents the genius of the land. 

And I know none here or anywhere 

That we could so illy spare." 

They asked Emile Cotton, too, to state 

Why he wished him to assassinate. 

It seems to satisfy his own vanity. 

He said, "He did it for humanity". 

And the reason he shot him in Paris for, 

He was preparing another war. 

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"I am the liberator — this is true, 

No one else about it knew", 

But it seems this was merely a trick 

For him to clear the Bolshevik, 

For it seems the police had also planned, 

And many Bolsheviks did land. 

Until they had so many got. 

The rest of them did have to stop. 

This assassin was not there alone, 

The anarchist had there a home. 

And afterwards about this thing 

They found also there quite a ring. 

Their motto was to plot and kill, 

Their vicious desires to fulfill. 

For about this time they also say, 

Eisner, too, was put out the way, 

For it does seem as some do say. 

They want to get the right of way, 

And they thought here in this part 

They would a revolution start. 

And there kindle the first spark. 

By hitting first this "shining mark", 

Though in this at last did also fail, 

And did lament, also bewail. 

For they seem to try to also get. 

And seem really to expect 

That anarchy would overcome 

And destroy the world's freedom, 

That in this they would be wiser 

Than the former German Kaiser. 

Though they say not as the Huns, 

We will conquer ''Got mit uns". 

But they seek by stealth and greed 

To get everything they need. 

So Clemenceau declared against the mass. 

And said indeed, ''they should not pass". 

And while around him they did hover, 

He shortly also did discover. 

Though the doctors thought in the balance hung 

His life upon the injured lung, 

For if he breathed a little slower, 

'Twould make the danger somewhat lower. 

The only way it did really seem 

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Was to inject a little morphine, 

But they not knowing what to do, 

Were afraid to tell it to Clemenceau. 

But when they did speak of some morphine, 

The "Tiger's" fire was quickly seen. 

"What! what! morphine, morphine you say, 

Do you want to finish me any way? 

When now I am a little sick, 

Are you the same as the Bolshevik?" 

Then the doctor on whom he did rely. 

To his patient did thus reply, 

"We want you to have a little rest, 

For you nearly burst your breast." 

But it was in the Tiger seen. 

He wanted none of their morphine, 

So without this he got better they say. 

And filled the office of the presidenc}^ 

Cotton is described as very vain, 

And very primitive all the same. 

And very conceited where he went, 

And thought himself most important. 

As he was so very wise. 

Would society reorganize, 

And as he thought he might be king, 

Sought to destroy most everything. 

If he had had, too, his own way, 

Clemenceau he would have shot in May, 

He had premeditation and design, 

And stuck to it most of the time. 

But it seems at last, just now of late. 

He has found out his bad mistake, 

For he so brave, has not stood it well, 

Since he had the trying spell. 

For instead of being so awfully brave, 

His spirit has begun to cave. 

More than that he does not swell, 

Since he had his real trial. 

And before he did aspire so high, 

Now he is condemned to die. 

And for his boldness and deceit. 

Does really a death sentence meet. 

While Clemenceau had been spared of late, 

As if it was decreed by fate, 

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But Cotton for his crime may have to go, 

For most folks "reap what they do sow". 

To the barber who caught him, they did raise 

Songs of heroism and of praise, 

As he had this assassin caught, 

And held him till to trial brought. 

But since he's been condemned, they say 

Clemenceau has pardoned him anyway. 

But not many men, but very few, 

Would have done as Clemenceau, 

And we say to all conceited young men, 

Don't follow the example of Emile Cotton, 

For most young men conceited so. 

Are apt to ''reap what they do sow." 



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Eisner's Assassination 

After Clemenceau had been shot, 

A Bavarian, too, was got. 

The assassin's name was Arco Valley, 

Who sought the monarchy to rally. 

He thought the Jew, Kurt Eisner, — 

Who was a Bavarian premier, 

Said to be author of the revolution, 

Who wanted a new constitution. 

But was to be a bloodless affair. 

If he got to be premier. — 

He was no Bolshevik, either, by the way. 

Favored not terrorism, or anarchy. 

Some feared Kurt 'cause he was a Jew, 

And may have thought he was too, true. 

He was opposed to the Royalist, 

Opposed also by the socialist, 

He led the Bavarian German crew, 

If he really was a Jew. 

He was quite bold and did not fear, 

And was elected the premier. 

Almost bald was Eisner's head, 

And had red whiskers, it is said. 

While above his shoulders, gray hair hung, 

Just around his collar flung. 

It seems as on his way he went, 

He disagreed with the government. 

But the chief desire of Valley, they say. 

Was the restoration of the monarchy. 

And some did fear there, too, of late 

From Germany he might separate. 

As he sought more radicals to meet. 

The Major socialists to defeat. 

And he to lead the Bavarian host, 

Assigned himself the foremost post. 

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But though he did lead in the van, 

Seemed to be a conscientious man. 

He said himself, 'twas not his ambition 

To become simply a politician. 

Or in other words, though he had ran, 

He did not wish to be a statesman. 

His ambition was to tell the truth, 

Which he had learned also from youth. 

Was born in Galacia, where he had been 

Till he ran a paper there in Berlin. 

At one time there his views were tested. 

And was by the government arrested. 

But they allowed him self-protection. 

Though defeated at the election. 

Later, too, we alsp learn 

He started for the city of Berne, 

The labor conference to maintain, 

For which he had a special train, 

And statesmanlike he did not scorn. 

With guards in gorgeous uniform. 

At this conference we may also state 

Bolshevism he did berate. 

He had also opposed autocracy, 

Believed in world democracy. 

He claimed he would have been much wiser. 

And blamed the war upon the Kaiser. 

That documents found support his view. 

Condemns the military crew. 

The responsibility they should share. 

And be tried right then and' there. 

At length the monarchists hatched a plot, 

And finally Eisner was shot. 

And that the matter might be tested. 

Two young princes w^ere arrested, 

For one Lieutenant — Count Arco Valley — 

From his hiding place did rally. 

And shot at Eisner, it is said. 

And put two bullets in his head. 

As he to his Diet his way did find. 

He fired two shots at him behind. 

And as at once away he fled, 

Eisner fell in the street there, dead. 

There was great excitement in the city, 

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And every one said It was a pity, 

As the people there all pushed and shoved, 

For he was greatly, too, beloved. 

When of this shooting they had learned. 

The Diet immediately adjourned. 

After his death, and Valley caught, 

Opposite factions each other fought. 

As parties in Munich fought within, 

It seemed doubtful which would win ; 

And Arco Valley was in bed lying, 

It was reported that he was dying. 

For he at length in this dastardly plot 

Was caught at last, and also shot. 

Then news came later, it is said, 

That this scoundrel was really dead. 

The people there, where'er you went, 

Were greatly excited and indignant, 

For they did hold Eisner as yet 

In much esteem and great respect. 

And the flags that had the buildings covered, 

To half-mast now were also lowered. 

That they might show the country yet, 

How he was held in great respect. 

At another place things began to sag, 

There was a scene in the "Landtag". 

Just right there that very day 

Four other men they tried to slay, 

Justice Tim and Minister Huer, 

And two others shot down there. 

As deputy Tuellier Auer fell. 

Also was shot deputy Oesal, 

And as the shot at length resounded, 

Two other men were also wounded. 

It seems to have been the culmination 

Of Kurt Eisner's assassination. 

Herr Auer here is also said. 

Was alluding to Eisner's being dead. 

It seems there was a severe rivalry, 

As shots were fired from the gallery. 

It seems before he himself arose 

He did the premier oppose. 

And several mixed up in the plot, 

Were in this revolution caught. 

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It seems a little hard to find the gist, 
Auer was a majority socialist, 
And being one of them, we might expect 
Kurt Eisner's tenets he would reject, 
But he seemed to be a little superior, 
Elected as Minister of the Interior, 
Though at the point of guns one time, 
His office at once he did resign, 
And he was caught in a bad plight 
As they visited his home at night. 
But the minister said it was in vain, 
That in the office he should remain. 
Auer said he had stepped in 
To settle things in old Berlin, 
And he proposed to intervene- 
With arms, appeared upon the scene. 
So several enemies he also did make, 
And met at last a sorrowful fate. 
'Twas probably hard upon that day 
To control these factions anyway. 
Thus it seems their fight increased, 
And from strife were not released. 
So the Allies now must hasten peace, 
Since they granted an armistice. 



Religion is what they really need. 

Instead of ''might makes right" their creed, 

Then things would be thus settled right, 

And they would not be allowed to fight. 

Should take the code that's from above. 

That "our enemies we should love". 

Instead of "might just making right", 

They should reverse it, "right makes might'*. 

This is the way they could succeed, 

If they wished to take the lead. 

Unless they've gone so far astray, 

They never again will see that day. 

At least should try and really venture 

To have at least a better "Kultur". 

And instead of their pride and vanity, 

Accept the principles of Christianity, 

That they at length might also be 

Safe for time and eternity. 

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Liberty Day 

This anniversary of 1919, 
From which there are two years between, - 
From 1917, April 6 — the day for liberty we did fix, 
For this day we long did pray. 
Is well denominated "Liberty Day". 
It was just two years ago to-day 
When for justice, freedom, and humanity 
We entered the war for democracy, 
And to overthrow autocracy. 
Almost six months is at an end 
Since democracy we did defend. 
This day in which we went to war 
May mean to us a great deal more 
Than the day the Armistice was signed. 
When to his fate the Hun resigned. 
Two years ago we took a stand. 
The Stars and Stripes should have command. 
Since two years ago this very day, 
What great changes anyway! 
Since that day our flag unfurled. 
What changes in this changing world ! 
At that time a momentous address 
Was given, too, to our Congress, 
Was given by Wilson at that time, 
And the people fell in line. 
Congress said right then and there, 
There "existed a state of war" 
Between Germany and the United States. — 
As true history since relates — 
So Uncle Sam into it went, 
To tackle the German Government. 
Since Germany thought him impotent. 
The bolder he into it went, 
Pulled off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, 
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Sat no more in his chair at ease, 

For he could not then sail the seas 

Unless the Kaiser did so please. 

Such insults he would now resent, 

And on conquering really bent. 

In a military sense he was not fit, 

They might win 'fore he got into it. 

To beat Uncle, too, it also seems 

Depended on his submarines, 

As he thought to control the seas, 

And bring England to her knees. 

Thought also he'd starve England out, 

And gain the war without a doubt, 

As these demons of the sea 

Had sent many to eternity. 

But when the great Lusitania sunk 

Uncle Sam got up his spunk. 

For there could no longer be 

Security for his ships at sea. 

So Uncle Sam into it went, 

Was bound to have a settlement. 

For it was time he came along, 

For Russia, too, was almost gone. 

So there remained only Britain and France 

To stop the German great advance, 

In which they stood a dubious chance, 

For if Russia withdrew and got free, ' 

They had to fight five powers, you see, 

And America a little army had. 

And her navy was so bad, 

For she was lying at her ease. 

Out of the war, enjoying peace. 

So Germany was then so sly, 

So Uncle Sam she did defy. 

But it was only a month or so 

Before to Germany he did go; 

No more could he his duty shirk, 

Every man must go to work. 

No idle man, had to work just so. 

Even the millionaire and the hobo. 

He furnished a little help it seems. 

To help to sink the submarines. 

Volunteer troops he did accept, ^ 

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And then he went to drafting yet, 

And these were not to be despised 

When he got them mobihzed. 

But the Germans thought the submarines 

Would surely be the very means 

Of sinking them as they had before, 

They'd never reach the Frenchman's shore. 

But in this were quite taken back, 

As they had convoys along the track, 

And hit the Germans quite a whack, 

Before they knew what they were at. 

To Washington rich men went they say, 

To work for only a dollar a day — 

Which seems to you very strange you say — 

But Uncle Sam hired them this way. 

Because Uncle Sam would something pay, 

As he wished to be independent anyway. 

But they thought the war they could sooner win. 

If they would work and just pitch in. 

Not only this, but Mr. Schwab 

Gave a gold watch for one man's job. 

And the Germans, too, were quite surprised, 

The way Uncle Sam had mobilized. 

And "Uncle", too, if really need be 

Could raise ten million men, you see. 

And what surprised the Hun the worst, 

Was the enthusiasm that did outburst. 

Though denouncing militarism all right, 

Became a military nation in a night, 

And showed to every casual observer 

Every man a soldier and woman a server. 

If the women could not enlist like men, 

They could do Red Cross work for them. 

And many also did leave their home, 

And went around to raise the loan. 

And even the children went on the tramp, 

To sell to the people the "victory stamp". 

And went without many things to eat. 

That the Germans they might beat. 

And even some Germans went without 

Their "smear-case cheese and sauerkraut", 

And fought in the ranks for Uncle Sam, 

And did their duty like a man. 

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While there were ten million the German say, 

Who wanted to help them anyway. 

They were the ones kicked up a muss^ 

And when, too, drafted made a fuss, 

And the German cause tried to advance 

By blowing up munitions plants, 

And burned elevators along the way. 

And where they could, the gun factory. 

So they organized Guards in every State, 

That this nuisance they might abate. 

As they did these things out of sight. 

They had to keep a watch at night. 

And Uncle Sam furnished uniforms and guns 

To look after these American Huns. 

Thus every one sacrificed at home, 

Even to eating and drinking and 'Victory loan." 

And even children, except the scamps, 

Augmented the loans and helped in stamps. 

Abstained from meat and things so good, 

That the war might end by not wasting food, 

For some said this was the only way 

That we would gain the victory. 

And that the nation might not suffer loss, 

The women did work for the Red Cross. 

Thus they cared for the wounded men, 

That they might get around again. 

And the young men's Y. M. C. A. 

Helped a great deal, too, they say. 

And the Salvation Army also, too. 

Proved themselves to be true blue. 

The folks say it was just this way, 

Just about two years to-day, 

When in April, 1917, 

Uncle Sam appeared upon the scene, 

When he took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves, 

Would suffer no more indignities. 

He had been attacked away from land 

By a murderous German band, 

Had been denied the ''freedom of the seas", 

Unless saying, "Kaiser, if you please". 

And could no longer live at ease. 

And in his trade he had to cease, 

And in this matter he felt so sure, 

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He thought he could endure no more. 

His rights denied, it was time to begin 

To tackle the nation that insuhjed him. 

Had never waged an unjust war they say. 

But here was bound to see fair play. 

It was also a new thing for him. 

Had many discouragements to begin, 

But at length came out, too, pretty nice, 

With some of Johnny Bull's advice. 

As "John" knew more about the war, 

Being in it a long time before. 

One thing especially not at to be laughed, 

Was what they called ** selective draft." 

By this means he moved at a faster pace, 

Had the right men for the right place, 

And many things along this line 

They suggested at this time. 

And Mr. Balfour to Washington came, 

To suggest these things the same. 

For they had much experience so far, 

Knew what was needed for the war. 

So the volunteers and the drafted men 

Soon filled up the ranks again; 

They needed men of every kind. 

So Uncle Sam was not far behind. 

They needed engineers and construction men, all 

right, 
Aeroplane and motor men to help them fight. 
Needed all kinds of men for all kinds of things, 
Mechanics and engineers to fix machines. 
Each one sent ''Over There" to do his best 
After trying, if he stood the test. 
So Uncle Sam made pretty good time, 
Soon had two million men in line, 
In the allied cause there to advance, 
Soon had them over there in France. 
And the Germans did still more surprise, 
Having two million more to mobilize. 
Assembled mostly ready to work. 
And send besides — and few did shirk; 
And when they did over there assemble, 
The Boches soon began to tremble. 
The Germans thought they were not fit, 

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But soon found out they had some grit. 

And the raw recruits fought just as hard, 

They drove the mighty Prussian guard, 

And in some cases some single men 

Went across '*No Man's Land", took eight or ten. 

At the first onslaught the U. S. marines, — 

Who were fed on pork and beans, — 

Drove the Boches, or cleaned them out, 

Fed on limburger cheese and sauer kraut — 

And many a battle did help to win, 

When with the Allies they started in; 

Then they began to go it alone 

And help drive the Germans home. 

Soon the Germans were outdone 

And the allied victory won. 

Thus was defeated there autocracy, 

And was established a democracy. 



What changes tfave taken place since then 

Among the different tribes of men ! 

What mighty monarches lost their crown. 

What mighty empires have gone down ! 

No one just then could even guess 

At such an awful mixed-up mess 

Of Spartacans, Communists, and Bolsheviks, 

Each one up to his dirty tricks, 

Each one seeking to this very hour 

To control others and get the power, 

Each one striving wholly for self, 

To get others' land and others' wealth 

Either by fair means or by foul. 

And savagely at each other growl. 

And it is hard to tell, they say. 

Which will finally gain the day. 

So the League of Nations is necessary, 

To say what each one's right shall h^e, 

And each one seeks to lead the van, 

Whether the Bolsheviks or Japan, 

But England, America, and France 

Seem to lead in the advance. 

And besides the League we understand 

They have formed an alliance band. 

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So if they go to war again perchance, 
They would help poor rundown France, 
But we hope the "League" will not miss, 
They will look well after this. 
Then they'll stand a better chance 
The cause of liberty to advance. 
But it's hard for them a way to find, 
So many axes there to grind. 
And to establish a permanent peace. 
That in every nation war may cease. 
But we hope that they'll soon find a way. 
And give each nation, too, fair play. 
And keep, themselves, the right of way 
From this anniversary "Liberty Day". 



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Aftermath in Berlin 

After the war at last was done, 
Berlin had the worst to come, 
For anarchy had just begun. 
By different classes overcome, 
And with Spartacans overrun. 
This class belonged to the Bolshevik, 
Who were, too, a peculiar clique, 
And made the Germans pretty sick, 
By their rioting they felt so blue, 
Took them a long time to get through. 
At first did execute their will 
And organize a city council, 
They did also the Yanks kivite 
Into Berlin to end the fight. 
For they were then in such a plight 
That they did each other fight, 
And they'd been used to fighting so 
If they could not fight the foe, 
For each other they would go. 
The Yank just then ought to have gone in 
And settled things in old Berlin, 
If they had taken charge of the place, 
'Twould have saved lives and much disgrace. 
But as the bullets swift did fly. 
One hundred men or more did die. 
The socialists wanted a constitution. 
The sailor boys a revolution, 
So in much confusion they were led, 
Did each other fight: 'mid much bloodshed, 
And the Berlin garrison had a spat 
With the soldolaterat. 
So the garrison tried to them stampede, 
And in their place substitute their creed. 
This unique council was to fulfill 
The workmans' and the soldiers' will, 

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And Hindenburg and officers must go, 

The soldiers willed to have it so, 

That from that day and very hour 

The soldiers were to hold the power. 

The socialists, too, gave their fiat. 

And with the Spartacans had a spat. 

The socialists called the ''majority". 

The Spartacans in the minority. 

And the socialists also did claim 

"Bolsheviks" and "Spartacans" were the same. 

Of such demands they, too, were sick, 

It was a Bolsheviki trick, 

That they'd have what they really need, 

And the council would not stampede, 

But the Spartacans still kept it up, 

And arms and some munitions got. 

And being located at the Spandau, 

For the council they did go. 

And as the crowd did larger swell. 

They were hit with shot and shell. 

And did not hesitate or stay, 

Commenced the fight on the Sabbath day. 

What they would do not one could tell 

As they charged the Kaiserhoff Hotel. 

The city was filled with dire alarms, 

And soldiers rushed about in arms, 

And some of the soldiers even went 

Against the ruling government. 

Which upheld the middle class, 

Did the Spartacans and Junkers pass. 

The Junker class seemed, by the way, 

The ones that favored the monarchy. 

With their forces and men within 

Tried to rule there in Berlin, 

The Council said it was in vain 

To follow those "rascally insane", 

That for security and for right 

All these forces they should fight, 

That for them the real outcome 

Would be liberty and true freedom. 

That the Spartacan were also a fake, 

And many lives were there at stake, 

And if they listened to these men, 

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There would be a worse famine. 

And Hindenburg they called again, 

Lest many people might be slain. 

For as the parties oft did meet, 

There was bloody fighting in the street, 

While in the streets 'twas awful hot, 

From the air the bombs did drop. 

The bloody scenes and great discord. 

Picture operators did record. 

For while they were fighting in the street 

The photographers also there did meet, 

And there they stood, calm and serene. 

Taking pictures of the scene. 

The Spartacans from the Spandau 

Captured the Ebert-Wolf Bureau, 

The government forces did them defy 

Till three hundred men did die. 

And as oft times they were surrounded 

Many of those were also wounded. 

The marine division that there was sent 

Upheld the existing government, 

So the government got the upper hand 

Over the Bolsheviki band. 

And to prevent them shooting more 

Placed machine guns at the door. 

But the council found it hard of late 

To steer this stormy ship of state, 

And all these factions to defeat 

Till democracy they could complete. 

But if nothing turns up to the contrary. 

The people will vote in February. 

Then to the assembly they will go. 

To give the Bolshevik a final blow. 

The old autocracy to defeat 

And democracy to complete, 

And we might say in this connection, 

There is a great stir about election, 

For amid the speeches and the noise 

They seem to lose their equipoise. 

For all the strength that they can muster 

Is spent in shouting, noise, and bluster, 

For the democratic serenade. 

Four hundred thousand did parade, 

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So-called "Christian" people fell in line, 
Numbering sixty thousand at the time. 
This people other parties hissed, 
Denounced the Pagan socialists, 
While the former old autocrats 
Opposed them and the democrats, 
So every one was pressing hard 
With many circulars and placard. 
Each one at his best was wading in, 
Seeking best his cause to win, 
And they all resorted to many tricks, 
Like U. S. bosses in politics. 
When the Spartacans did then begin 
With all their crazy kith and kin, 
And sought their crafty cause to win, 
Right in the streets of old Berlin. 
All the roughs and toughs did run 
In to Berlin to see the fun, 
And when the soldiers sought them to shoot 
They all turn in, began to loot. 
And what to them did not seem odd. 
Began to plunder and to rob. 
And did so hold the right of way 
Until the soldiers had fair play, 
Then they did with their guns and club 
This lawless clique and rough class snub, 
Until they did just as they willed, 
And thirteen hundred men were killed. 
That of their leaders they might be rid, 
But others got away and hid, 
And just afterwards, 'tis also said. 
Took to their heels and also fled, 
And even Liebknecht, too, they say 
Sent his family all away. 
"Though advantages and blessings came 
From the Bolsheviks all the same**, 
Eichborn, too, chief of the police, 
Did get a very quick release, 
And out of old Berlin he sped. 
Lest he, also, should lose his head. 
And thus at last the road was seen 
To January, 1919. 

On which the people would hold sway, 
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And vote on their election day, — 

Though it hardly seems to us the way, 

To hold election on the Sabbath day. 

But we hope from hence they will begin 

To keep this day in old Berlin. 

For it they would prosper anyway, 

They must keep God's holy day. 

If they would run the ship of state, 

Should not God's holy law forsake. 

It seems to be the custom, they say, 

With most of the people of Germany. 

But any code without a flaw 

Should be in harmony with God's law, 

And if this law they do defy, 

May expect the curse of Sinai, 

For there with Jehovah on His throne, 

These laws were given by God alone. — 

Then finally the people heard 

About Liebknecht and Luxemburg, 

Who got away so very well, 

And were to meet in a hotel. 

In this hotel at last were caught, 

And shortly were to judgment brought. 

As to this place they them did trace, 

A vengeful mob they had to face, 

Who did holler, yell, and shout 

To have these criminals brought out. 

To have their wishes all fulfilled, 

These parties must be tried or killed. 

And to the hotel some people went 

To arrest the officers of the government, 

And in the fuss and dire affray 

"Would kill Jesus Christ himself," did say. 

As Liebknecht tried to get away 

They went for him quite rough, they say. 

As they were running to and fro 

He made a leap for an auto, 

As he jumped in, 'tis also said, 

He was struck upon the head, ^' 

But from the mob they were soon parted. 

And up the street the auto started. 

But then while running up the street 

An accident they happ'd to meet, 

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So in their effort at last did fail 
To get Liebknecht into the jail. 
As he got out and ran away — 
To get out of this great affray — 
But while running was told to stop, 
But so determined he would not, 
So while running he was shot, 
And fell dead upon the spot. 
And Rosa Luxemburg a little later 
Was ready for the undertaker. 
Though the officers she tried to bluff, 
Of her they said they had enough. 
She said she knew to avenge her fate 
Spartacans the hotel would take, 
That if they did not let her go 
That hotel would be laid low, 
That booming cannon would be found 
And raze the building to the ground. 
But she did fail in all her tricks, 
Was beaten on the head with sticks, 
And as she lay there, met her fate, 
Lying in an unconscious state. 
For some one fired a pistol shot. 
And to an end her life was brought. 
Thus this vile Bolsheviki plot 
To an end was speedily brought, 
So for their election day 
People had the right of way. 

Moral 

Thus you see where'er you go 

People "reap whate'er they sow", 

And whatever you are about, 

"Be sure your sin will find you out." 

A woman can an angel be, 

Or be a demon, too, you see, 

But "Sure, ah! sure will the harvest be, 

Gathered in time or eternity." 



So in the great election day 

The socialists sought to have their way, 

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But found themselves not quite so hearty, 

For they needed another party. 

And little then had they expected 

That Herr Ebert would be elected, 

And we are told at the assembly then 

They acted like "backwoods congressmen". 

They spent the time going up and down. 

Talking politics 'round the town. 

We're told that they wore German sousers 

With cutaway coats and striped trousers, 

That all those gaudy, mighty talkers 

Were much like ''department walkers". 

We presume they never to congress got, 

Like turkey gobblers did they strut. 

Frowning like congressmen of late, 

While shuffling over papers of state. 

Every one was now also quite rife 

Quite dignified in his new life. 

In a huge portmanteau brought along 

Important documents grave and strong, 

I suppose they thought they were now wiser 

Than even Wilhelm, their former Kaiser, 

So Ebert whom they did elect 

Did not the presidency reject, 

'Twas not named ''A republic" but something 

higher. 
Instead was called the "German empire" — 
Possibly they may have thought that way, 
It would sound too much like America. — 
He said he would do all he could 
To help the Germans to be good. 
He was also of the laboring class, 
And as a Kaiser could not pass, 
Was only used to harness work. 
His duty as president would not shirk. 
Though the Spartacans did somewhat abate, 
Still kept stirring up things of late. ^. 

But they at last did badly fare, 
Many were slain both here and there. 
The assembly better their aims to win 
Met in Weimar, not in Berlin, 
I suppose they met there every day 
To get from riotous Berlin away. 

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What riled these men and disturbed their peace 
Was the signing of the armistice. 
The most of them were quite annoyed 
That army and navy should be destroyed, 
And the officers from the generals down 
Upon this naturally did frown. 
For they would soon be deprived of pay 
And lose their military sway, 
And as they could not there remain 
They'd have to go to work again. 
Another thing would be a little abrupt, 
Their fortifications would be blown up. 
And the allied victory gave them a chance 
To demand their munition plants, 
And they could not use the works of Krupp, 
These, too, they must be all shut up, 
Or changed to agricultural plants. 
Peaceful employments to advance. 
Not manufacturing as they had before 
Mighty guns simply for war. 
At first they said, "What is the use 
Of yielding to this allied truce." 
But if at length they did not yield 
The Allies would come on the field, 
So much chagrined they had to tender, 
And to these terms had to surrender. 
Another thing they did awfully hate. 
Was taking their colonies owned of late, 
But in this the Allies, too, were just, 
Put under the "League of Nations" trust, 
For if Germany got them — in our opinion 
She would aspire to more dominion. 
For when she to the war went forth, 
She did aspire to control the earth. 
And all she lacks now at this hour 
Is munitions and more man power, 
And even these, some of them say. 
She will recover in a future day. 
So the Allies have to still look out 
And watch her movements 'round about, 
The Spartacans still kept up the fray. 
Though overpowered then in that day, 
But since that time have risen again, 

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Until was slain ten thousand men. 

This we'll not take time to go in, 

But leave them there in old Berlin. 

But since that time they had a scrap 

With another soldier, General Knapp, 

Who with Baltic soldiers did begin 

Another attack on old Berlin. 

But the Ebert soldiers soon crushed it out 

When they knew what they were about, 

So now they've had four revolutions, you see, 

In order to establish democracy. 



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Airplane Girl 



I WRITE about Miss Kathine Burke, 
Who in the air was quite a flirt, 
And in the war was quite alert, 
And never did her duty shirk. 
She was an adventurer in the war, 
Grand niece of Burke the orator. 
She was a young, brave Irish girl. 
Who in the air first took a whirl, 
With many airmen at that time 
Flying over the western line. 
Says, 'twas the adventure appealed to me, 
I wanted to get a thrill, you see. 
I 'did not fear, I'd risk the killing 
As long as I got something thrilling, 
And try to do something again 
To help along our noble men. 
I did not mind flying in the skies. 
Like other men who risked their lives. 
I was under fire at Vimy Ridge, 
Which the brave men did besiege, 
And though I, too, was quite a ranger, 
I had not time to think of danger. 
And often when the cannon sounded 
I was busy with the wounded, 
And I needed lots of grit, 
And was shocked, too, quite a bit. 
But I would not give up even then 
Thinking most of the brave men, 
Canadians, Scotch, and Irish descent, 
Whose valor was magnificent. 
Only on one object bent, 
As by their country they were sent. 
Even a cheery smile they did not lack 
When wounded badly and brought back, 

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And when gassed as I was one time 

Went through it all without a whine. 

When the sensation of choking seem 

To be terrible in the extreme, 

And as tlie battle of Verdun grew— 

The most terrible I ever knew — 

There just behind the battle line 

I was wounded at the time; 

Was struck by a fragment of a shell, 

And to the ground at once I fell. 

I nearly lost consciousness, you see. 

And was there in great misery. 

I saw much of the Scotch Irishmen, 

The Hundred and Fifty-First Highland then, 

And never saw as I saw them there. 

Braver men, would not despair, 

As the German waves rolled over them 

They drove them back time and again. 

Though they thinned out their noble ranks 

And sought to raid upon their flanks. 

They were my countrymen all right. 

And fought just as I thought they'd fight. 

Every Irishman there true was found, 

And never gave an inch of ground. 

In the darkest day they ever knew, 

Lest the Germans should break through. 

They stayed there ever-confident then, 

Those truly brave, heroic men. 

Till all the danger there was passed, 

And wore victors' crowns at last. 

They did to noble deeds aspire, 

And were so brave under the fire, 

It was a thrill to me so dear. 

And indeed no time to fear. 

One finds his nerves all on the go, 

And does not mind what is below. 

When I was up, the enemy plane 

Would circle 'round time and again. 

And it was then interesting to see 

The skill of our men, their ability. 

They seemed not to mind nor even care 

For the Germans' ships there in the air, 

I felt a little nervous there, 

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I oft did watch with bated breath 

These conflicts there that end in death. 

Once I thought that I was caught 

As two machines around us got, 

The British pilot descended low, 

I thought then down we were going to go. 

To be fearful then would be no use. 

But this was just a wiley ruse, 

Though we descended some distance then, 

We started up and rose again, 

Discharging shots into their machine 

Till bursting out of flames was seen, 

Then their machine to earth fell down. 

Unto the ground near by a town, 

The other machine disappeared in time 

And we got back to the British line. 

So I flew for them and did not cease 

Till the signing of the armistice. 

I had many a thrill time and again, 

But was bound to help all those brave men. 



So young folks, too, be brave as you can, 
And like this girl lead in the van 
In useful deeds and doing good, 
And helping others all you should. 
Then happier far your life shall be 
In time and in eternity. 



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The Cootie 

There is a foe of which we've heard, 

Kills nearly as many as the sword. 

This foe as bad as the Hun, they say, 

And his coat like their's is also gray. 

And like the Hun when exposed to light. 

He runs away and will not fight. 

Like them, he hides in his trenches too, 

And when not watching will go for you. 

He attacks the boys in the trenches too. 

And probably is known to you. 

One had eight crosses on his back, 

He must have done good work for that. 

They might have given him a D. S. C, 

For he's as persistent as he can be. 

After one's blood all the time you see. 

And bound to gain the victory; 

About as bad as any Hun, 

Does keep with him and with him run, 

So we think we may also state 

He's deserving the same fate. 

This enemy is the American louse, 

That may be found in many a house. 

Though not so common in years of late, 

Since decent people do them hate. 

For they do try time and again 

To rid themselves of this vermin. 

But since the war there's been more fuss 

On account of a disease they call typhus. 

And we write this poem, we may confess. 

For any who may be in such distress. 

Wish from such vermin to be free, 

That another one may never see 

For always during every war. 

Many soldiers have died so far, 

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Of this the government is aware, 
And to prevent it takes great care, 
Of course where men of all kinds meet 
This six-legged cannibal finds lot^ to eat. 
Though its style is not very neat, 
And his bite is none too sweet. 
So the overseers are very wise 
When they the men do mobilize. 
Every soldier is examined so 
A dozen times before let go, 
And many a time are often housed 
That they may surely be deloused. 
And so they have to take great care 
Lest they be carried everywhere. 
Far more danger from these does come 
Than there is there with the Hun, 
For from "over there" comes the typhus 
More than from those here with us. 
To the recent epidemic of the "flu", 
A half million deaths was due, 
But the "flu" that's been here among us 
Is not half as bad as the typhus. 
Li Russia, Serbia, Bulgaria, they say 
Millions have perished anyway. 
That cholera, yellow fever, and black death 
Do not take so many's breath. 
Hence for the cootie, please look out. 
That he stays not round about. 
And you need not allow him to stay 
If you can drive him far away. 
When you see him he is gray, 
And likes to eat you as his prey. 
But if you do take the right way, 
He cannot live for many a day. 
And if you use your utmost skill. 
Four out of five you'll surely kill. 
According to authorities estimate — 
This we do not underrate. — 
The typhus here called "Brill's disease" 
Is the one that's overseas, 
And here 'tis of a lighter form. 
It seem so not inbred and born, 
As "over there" so many meet 

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Their own excreta they do eat. 
It's not conveyed like our flea bite, 
Or when a mosquito does alight, 
But the excreta is let uppn the skin, 
The more you scratch you rub it in. 
Doctors discovering the typhus germ. 
Thinks in this way it does return. 
This foul disease is usually brought on 
By a very poor lack of sanitation. 
The cootie alone carries the bacillus 
That does develop into typhus. 
And the trench fever does this bring, 
And it's the fever called "relapsing". 
And where there is an infestation 
They ought to cure by demobilization. 
And every soldier is surely seen, 
That he may be sent horne real clean, 
And they've kept specimens so nice 
To learn the habits of these lice. 
It used to live like the house fly, 
And thought it was not doomed to die, 
But as they do its habits learn, 
The cootie's fate begins to turn, 
And now if any one is spry, 
They can catch him as a fly. 
Swat or starve him and he'll die, 
Or freeze him out when he is nigh. 
One thing, you should sweep and clean 
All cooties' eggs wherever seen, 
And another way may too be seen, 
Apply a current of hot steam. 
If you look for him he may be seen. 
And if you miss him you are green ; 
Generally along the garment seam, 
For his gray back is clearly seen. 
But when he at his victim gits, 
He just gives them particular fits, 
But do not expect to get rid of him, 
If you just growl or scratch it in. 
But if you wish to save your skin. 
You've got to quickly go for him. 
Animals are the only thing they like, 
Of them alone they'll take a bite, 

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But if you give him ten days to fast 

He will not much longer last. 

And if you keep his young away 

They'll die also in just one day, 

And they can live on no other food 

But animal or human blood. 

But they have a habit, too, they say 

Of taking meals three times a day. 

Twenty minutes for each meal, 

If you let them and don't squeal. 

He will insert his noxious beak 

And go sucking like a streak. 

And his offspring, we are told, 

Lay their eggs eighteen days old, 

And the cootie does only lay 

Just a dozen eggs a day. 

And they hatch, too, like a streak, 

About one day in every week, 

So if you would their company keep, 

Just say so and let them eat, 

But if you wish to keep them away, 

Take the advice we give to-day. 



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The Air Fight 

A ZEPPELIN on the isle of Heligoland 

Watched a Foeshelling English band, 

Where they brought an aeroplane, 

Hoping there the Hun to gain. 

But being heavy with petrol 

Made a light one they could control. 

This little one did pretty well, 

So they called it the Camel. 

So they set the Camel on the watch 

That the zeppelin they might catch, 

So this little camel might try to beat 

The monster up ten thousand feet. 

This monster zeppelin riled Colonel Sampson, 

So he thought he'd get a ransom, 

His first experiment he did bewail 

As he tried it, but did fail. 

When he started it from the boat 

It fell, did on the water float, 

Then he tried his skill again 

Until his end he did attain. 

Was to help the forces on the land 

And watch his zeppelin great and grand. 

When they 'bout ready were to fight 

The great zeppelin just hoved in sight. 

They started out at break of day 

And saw it thirty miles away, 

The Camel came out with a raid 

That on Heligoland was made. 

'Twas not a camel either in size. 

But did this elephant surprise, 

Which was ten thousand up to fight, 

Glittering in the bright sunlight. 

The little camel put on its power, 

Made just fifty knots an hour. 

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In the meantime as they did steer, 

Fifteen airplanes did appear. 

The zeppelin sent a wireless 

To cause the sailors more distress. 

And did not add to their success, 

As they got in a mixed-up mess. 

The Camel thirteen thousand feet did go. 

Not watching anything below. 

It flew up high against the sun, 

That they might not see it come. 

But the zeppelin, too, was a high flier. 

And sailed up higher and still higher. 

And as she then did come along, 

Turned from broadside to head-on, 

The pilot said she seemed to be 

Flying out toward the sea, 

Instead of that 'twas coming for him, 

But he was bound the fight to win. 

As she increased in size did see 

Her coming with great rapidity. 

She did not turn or did not stop, 

'Twas dark below and light on top. 

The Camel was up eighteen thousand feet. 

And the zeppelin higher, her to meet. 

He could not higher go with his outfit, 

If he went higher he'd have to quit. 

But the tiny thing against the sun 

Was not seen as it did come, 

But some time after 9.41 

They met together both head-on. 

And as they met right there so plain, 

The "zep" was far above again. 

As she arose the "zep" came in sight. 

He pulled his controls and started right. 

Then was seen an exciting fight. 

As the mighty zeppelin over him runs 

He started both his Lewis guns. 

Fired fifteen rounds, jammed his port gun, 

Then he had left but only one. 

With this one he did surely pound, 

Until the ninty-seventh round, 

The pilot looking through his sight, 

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Saw his firey bullets hit all right. 
He looked also one side and found 
The propellers slowly flopping round. 
Then at last he had to stop, 
All his munitions he had shot, 
Being in a bad fix caught, 
Knew not of his fatal shot. 
Then being caught in such a plight 
He dived away towards the right. 
For a time they were in great despair 
As the zeppelin still was there. 
He looked over his shoulder and bewailed, 
And thought surely he had failed. 
Then he looked around a little higher, 
He saw three bursting flames of fire. 
Along the envelope they did start 
About sixty feet apart. 
Satisfied then with the awful scene, 
He turned back to his own machine. 
As it was now out of control, 
To set it right and make it whole. 
When he looked back again from there below. 
The zeppelin then was sinking slow 
And its nose was dropping so. 
Burning furiously at its bow. 
He turned and looked around again, 
One man jumped, his clothes aflame. 
In a black bundle he did shoot, 
Which must have been a parachute — 
Which is like an umbrella or parasol, 
To save a man when he does fall. 
As they catch the air inside around, 
And lands a man safe on the ground — 
For the Dutch picked up a man alive. 
Probably the man that did survive. 
The front of the zeppelin began to fail, 
Sinking and burning at the tail ; 
She was rapidly making a descent, 
Standing vertically as she went, 
Then she left a streak of light 
As she faded out of sight: 
And as she sundered all apart, 

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The smoke looked like a question mark. 
So the little Camel though so small, 
Won the victory after all. 



So 'tis not the big things that always count, 
Little ones to something do amount. 
If you have some grit and real pluck too, 
You can't tell what you'll always do, 
As you have read your courage retain, 
"If you don't succeed, try, try again," 
You will conquer in time of need, 
Keep up courage and you'll succeed. 



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War Dogs 

Some dogs have done much in their day, 

And in war they often pay ; 

Sometimes these dogs are used, you see, 

To carry a message for a company. 

And often help in many a way, 

And for the boys are company. 

Sometimes when men are left behind. 

These dogs by smelling them do find ; 

When they are brought to the hospital, 

If they've been hurt by shot or shell, 

And oft the boys get lonesome there, 

And their company, too, do share. 

This was also true perchance 

With the mascots there in France, 

As three mascots there were found 

When the train was homeward bound. 

One dog was named "Amiel Savourt" — 

This for them was quite a sport. 

Three months ago from Verdun came. 

And was a fine dog, too, all the same. 

''Mike" was the name of the other one, 

Whose parents were killed down at Verdun. 

The other dog's name was simply "Dutch", 

This they loved too, very much. 

Dutch was a good dog to get all right. 

From the Dutchman in the fight. 

By the boys "Amiel", "Mike", and "Dutch" 

Were adopted and thought of so much. 

Each had been the pampered pet, 

And each dog thought much of yet. 

An insignia on each collar was engraved, 

That each mascot might be saved. 

But when the boys entered the train. 

They ran up and down in vain. 

The boys had to leave the dogs alone, 

Now that they were coming home; 

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And they tried, but tried in vain, 

To smuggle the mascots on the train. 

Once they got them on the train, 

But the dogs ran out again. 

As the boys formed up in line, 

The dogs ran out just at that time; 

But when the boys entered the train, 

They ran up and down again. 

They hated to leave the dogs alone, 

Now that they were going home. 

When they got them in once more, 

They ran out just as they did before. 

As the band began to play, 

The dogs came out again, they say. 

"Boss" spied them, and with stentorian tone, 

"No mascots must be taken home," 

Let them alone, said one of the rest. 

They can leave them down at Brest. 

When the boys will take the ship 

Then the dogs will have to quit. 

The artillery boys did not rebel. 

But loved their dogs so very well. 

They hugged some doggies to their breast, 

And patted on the head the rest. 

And as they bid their dogs good-bye, 

Tears were seen in many an eye. 

One said after the train was gone, 

"One of the saddest sights to look upon, 

Was to see those mascots huddled together, 

Just left there to wind and weather." 

A salvation commandant, Mrs. Hale, 

Their sad condition did bewail, 

So from fear and false alarms, 

Took them in her motherly arms. 

So the dogs were cared for then all right, 

Left in the salvation tent that night. 

And we might say in this relation, 

Surely it was the dog's salvation. 

And the mascots to their great sorrow 

Will get a real good bath to-morrow. 

And a medical officer at the station 

Will give the dogs examination. 

And every mess kitchen in the station 

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Was open to their new relation, 

So these dogs caught in such a plight 

May at last come out all right. 

And if they get them rid of fleas 

They can live in perfect ease. 

Like a dog I did own myself, 

As most dogs in pretty good health, 

This Scotch collie was only for sheep, 

But went for them a little steep. 

A little savage as they say, 

I thought I'd take him off one day. 

I met a man on the railway, 

Who said he for the dog would pay. 

He had a dog that was no good. 

But for making all the noise he could. 

He wanted a dog that was good for battle, 

And would bring out hogs and cattle. 

So he said to me the very next day. 

Five dollars to you for the dog I'll pay. 

So I sold the dog and left that day. 

And went off then on the railway; 

Told him to tie up the dog awhile. 

What he did would make you smile. 

Instead of tying the dog till used to him, 

Set him on cattle and hollered ''sickem". 

Had taken the dog home that very day 

And set him on cattle anyway. 

Instead of chasing the cattle down, 

The wiley cur just hiked for town. 

And as he ran the dog ran faster, 

And ran to town to find his master. 

His master had gone off on the train. 

And dog or man never saw again, 

But afterwards wrote to me one day 

That his dog had gone away. — 

Of course I went off on the train 

And never saw the dog again, — 

That the dog had left him on the spot, 

But just where he was he knew not. 

So I presume the next dog he buys 

He'll be more careful and more wise, 

For he might have known no dog would stay 

Right there with a stranger anyway. 

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War Pigeons 

A THOUSAND veterans arrive to-day, 

Among them many cripples, they say. 

One was cited for the D. S. C, 

For he was brave as brave could be. 

Out of one hundred and twenty-five 

He was the only one that was alive, 

And he his race did fully run — 

''Cheri Ami", a stool pigeon. 

He was a blue-white racing liner, 

Selected by Pershing, an *'old timer". 

With him were one hundred and twenty-three 

To help in every drive, you see. 

Had carried messages in many drives 

And saved many precious lives. 

For they always led there in the van 

And thwarted many a German plan. 

This pigeon was a German bird, 

And many explosions it had heard ; 

Gassed and shell-shocked at one time, 

But fell within the allied line. 

We're told these birds, upon the scene 

Exceed the soldiers' wildest dream. 

"Cheri Ami" in the Argonne drive 

Twelve times did come out alive. 

Twelve times this bird did fly about. 

From the Argonne jungle did come out. 

The last time it took him quite a while, 

It had to fly o'er forty mile; 

With the message at last did land 

Where General Pershing did command. 

And this message, says Captain Carney, 

Decided the fate of the German army. 

If this is so, we may also state 

A pigeon decided the Germans' fate. 

The German sharp-shooters went after him, 

So the Allies should not win. 

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And as they did, the poor bird fled — 

A bullet took off his left leg, 

Another bullet went through his breast, 

But still he stood the awful test. 

Forty minutes later a bleeding mess 

Tumbled in the loft in great distress. 

It was "Cheri Ami" with left leg gone, 

With capsule message hanging on. 

A little after, Pershing to say was heard, 

"Nothing is too good for that brave bird. 

See that he gets the very best. 

And heal his badly wounded breast. 

And when you return again, once more 

Deliver him to the signal corps." 

But there was there another, too. 

The name of this bird was "Poilu". 

Forty kilometers he had come through 

And brought news of the Germans too; 

Shrapnel, too, tore his leg off, 

But he came back into the loft. 

And brought the news, though he did shiver, 

That the Germans crossed Meuse River. 

"President Wilson" was another one 

That brought news, too, from the Argonne. 

One of our observers knew not what to do, 

Tried to send five runners through, 

But his wish was not fulfilled. 

As all the men were shortly killed. 

He had two pigeons left with him, 

With these he thought he'd try to win. 

The first was shot and turned about, 

And "Prexy" had his eye shot out. 

But he at length was victor too. 

And with his message he came through. 

He caused the destruction of a German train, 

And two hundred Germans slain. 

Many other pigeons did not shirk. 

But did some pretty noble work. 

They flew clear past the enemy. 

And got to the Yankees anyway. 



So we see what these birds did do 
To help this great war to get through, 

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So these little pigeons did also help 
To concjuer this mean old German whelp, 
And if little birds can do so much, we say 
You can learn a lesson from them to-day. 
It's not always big things that do count, 
For little ones to much amount. 
So you should do all that you can, 
And show yourself to be a man. 



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Hindenburg's Horse 

In this awful German fight 

Many a horse has been killed outright, 

And many a man had to let go 

His noble beast to be treated so, 

And many steeds when wounded there, 

Doctored and treated like men they were. 

They needed draft horses and cavalry too. 

That the war they might get through. 

Needed them to ride and pull a gun. 

When the enemy did run. 

So it happened "over there", one day. 

Old Hindenburg came 'round that way; 

Had been in many a battle, had many bumps. 

Had been with the Allies just two months. 

He had eaten sometimes just like the men, 

Then gone hungry many times again. 

Many a man climbed upon his back. 

Lest they fell down in their track. 

The Hindenburg horse never had a home. 

He was captured in the Argonne. 

Many horses are killed upon the field, 

They succumb and to bullets yield ; 

Many fall down along the road 

As their masters on them goad. 

Two huge dead horses side by side 

A New Hampshire farmer had espied, 

Had harness on and still were limber, 

Lying in the Argonne timber. 

He kicked one dead horse on the nose. 

Then old Hindenburg arose. 

He looked up then and raised his head 

As if just rising from the dead. 

The farmer thought he was quite dead 

Till the old fellow raised his head. 

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A high explosive had been shot, 
And both horses there did drop. 
Old Hindenburg, too, may have thought 
Like the other horse, he was shot, 
But when the farmer gave him a kick, 
He jumped up then, too, mighty quick. 
So when this horse then up had got 
They named him Hindenburg on the spot. 
They loaded on his big platform back 
A heavy load and many a pack. 
Like a well-trained horse he fell in line 
And proved his virtue all the time. 
An officer present expressed his doubts 
As to his owner's whereabouts. 
This did not make a great deal of a stir. 
The boy said, "He just followed us, sir". 
Wherever the machine gunners went, 
There, too, old Hindenburg was sent. 
Through days of shell-fire, through fearful night. 
Old Hindenburg was ever there all right. 
To carry the wounded and the weary. 
And those along, too, that were dreary, 
^To be cured at the army post 
For the Allies conquering host. 
Such a fine, noble horse was he 
They would vote for him a D. S. C. 
For he had saved them from much loss, 
And deserved a distinguished cross. 
They felt sorry for him sometimes 
When they got near the German lines. 
Either this way or that he would try to go, 
But his master always hollered ''whoa!" 
And when to some cross-roads he got 
He would always whinney or else he'd stop, 
Make curious movements with his ears, 
Look around almost in tears. 
Would trot over to the sentry, take a whiff. 
Then would whinney and would sniff. 
But his old owner, or "land-wehr", 
With a carrot was not there. 
But the Yanks took him around, 
And soon other food they also found. 
"Yes, we're going to take him back, 

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You can bet your boots on that". 
This a wounded boy did yell 
Coming out of the hospital. 
I'll take him back onto the farm, 
And protect him from all harm, 
For the service he's done so far, 
In this great and cruel war." 



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Greatest Sacrifice 

Of all the sacrifices made so far 
In this great and cruel war, 
The family that did suffer most, 
And of which they too can also boast, 
Was a French farmer named Vanlee, 
Living in the town of Rooingbe. 
Many millionaires all of them say 
Gave many thousands, too, away. 
Or gave to Uncle Sam their time 
And with others fell in line, 
Like Mr. Schwab, though it may seem queer, 
Worked for "Uncle" for a dollar a year. 
For so independent was Uncle Sam, 
Would not be obliged to any man. 
Though Schwab gave a gold watch, too, they say, 
To the best workman by the way. 
But all the riches of this millionaire 
With this Frenchman do not compare, 
Before the Boches played their tricks 
His children numbered thirty-six, 
Twenty-two sons and daughters fourteen 
In this family there was seen. 
All living at home or there about 
When this awful war broke out. 
When the war ended they were bereft, 
And only half of them were left. 
Thirteen sons were killed outright 
In the thickest of the fight. 
Three more boys by Boches hounded 
Were badly and severely wounded. 
One of them had lost his legs 
And had to walk on wooden pegs, 
Another with a bad skull wound left, 
The other rendered blind and deaf. 
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Another daughter also fell, 
Killed by German shot and shell. 
As if this really were not enough, 
The father and daughter started off 
To celebrate a centenary, they say, 
Of a relative not far away. 
This centenarian did live at Lille, 
And they thought there was no ill. 
As they were going along were caught 
And shot down there upon the spot. 
All this by the cruel Boches' will, 
Who so many did wound and kill. 
Thus this family had to mourn, 
By this fearful war were torn. 
And a fearful price did pay, 
As they laid their dead away. 
So of this family of thirty-eight, 
Sixteen of them did meet their fate. 
And three sons also in this strife 
Were wounded, too, and maimed for life. 
On freedom's altar they paid the price, 
And made the supreme sacrifice. 
Let us hope they'll get their pay 
In this world or some future day. 



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The Irony of Fate 

A TRUE story we relate, 

It is the irony of fate. 

A Yankee captain at her request, 

Was s^nt to be a mother's guest. 

Who long before her son had shot. 

And now to her own house was brought. 

The Post Master of Threves did have a son 

In the German army — like any one. 

That son who to the army went, 

Was made an artillery sergeant. 

Captain Joseph Sullivan, U. S. A., 

With this sergeant got away. 

As the sergeant did kill his friend. 

Through him a bullet he did send. 

The captain then after a long time 

Was sent to a home across the Rhine. 

There in the army of occupation 

He was billeted to this station, 

And there he found the man's relation. 

And this fact also may say 

Came about in a peculiar way. 

As he was there partaking bread 

With the parents of the dead. 

It came about this way, you see — 

He held a child upon his knee, 

As the mother did the soldier mourn. 

Things took quite a sudden turn : 

As she was cleaning her new guest's clothes- 

Though formerly one of her worst foes— 

As the coat in her hand did also sag 

She found in it a soldier's tag — 

Upon the tag there was a name. 

"A souvenir", he did explain. 

"I took it off a man", he said, 

"Who killed my friend and my comrade". 

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When the captain had his speaking done, 

The mother said, "That was my son". 

For when she saw the German name, 

She knew it was her son the same, 

But she could not the captain blame, 

For she replied, " 'Twas war the same" — 

The captain was a soldier skilled. 

And so this mother's son had killed. 

That is the way of war, you know, 

Each must slay the opposing foe. 

''When I shot him there that day, 

I took that tag as a trophy". 

'Tt was war", she said, though hardly able 

As she set the dishes on the table, 

Saying to the captain as he stood there, 

"You may sit here — it was his chair." 

Across the table seated in a chair 

Was the sweetheart of this soldier there. 

The battle occurred at the town of Mihiel, 

And these facts we do reveal, 

It was there the captain took many men, 

As they shot them down time and again. 

As the battle raged and the cannon sounded 

Captain Sullivan was also wounded. 

When recovering, to Coblenz he went. 

Then afterwards to France was sent. 

And to this mother's home was sent, 

Where occurred this strange incident. 

And thus we see, as we did state. 

The grim irony of such a fate, 

That those who did their enemies hate 

Became the greatest friends of late, 

Unless the Germans by their ease. 

Thought to get a better peace. 

But let us hope this is not so, 

But treat them well where'er we go. 



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American Spy 

In the country of Italy, we can hardly tell why, 
There was a "blue beard", an American spy. 
This American girl was twenty-four years old, 
In spying for Germans was very bold. 
Dora Charlton was this girl's name. 
Engaged in this spying German game. 
And indeed no novice was she then. 
As she spied among the different men. 
But at last this wiley spy was caught. 
And down to death at last was brought. 
This beautiful spy her work did cease, 
When she was arrested by the police. 
It seems she did the power attain 
To captivate and capture men. 
But little really was then known of her 
Till Italy entered in the war. 
Supposed to be in Italy there by stealth, 
Associated with those of wealth. 
With French and English captains, too. 
When she could find anything to do. 
Then as she went around again, 
Became acquainted with airmen. 
Among the officers, too, did whirl 
This pretty American society girl. 
And often out with them at night, 
As they thought she was all right. 
Indeed, she was so nice and bright. 
Some did really about her fight. 
And she convinced each one again, 
He was the one she would retain. 
Oft she carried on with these men, 
And entrapped them yet again. 
No one suspected as round she went, 
To catch them her time was spent. 
She by her many tricks did sell 
A British officer named Russel. 

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In 1916 

A new airplane then was seen. 
She learned all about this airplane, 
Sent word to the Germans all the same. 
So the Hun over there was very glad, 
For a better one the Germans had. 
Got up one also that they did need, 
One with better power and speed. 
Discovered at last he was found out, 
But only thought his love about. 
Little did he think or even dream 
She was there behind the screen. 
And she really did him convince 
Some other one had done it since 
And to prove that she did not lie, 
Even offered with him to die. 
So she agreed with him all right 
To take some poison too that night. 
But in the morning it was said 
She was alive, but he was dead. 
She'd made him, too, his duty shirk. 
But she carried on her fiendish work. 
One fellow said — on her beauty set — 
"The most beautiful girl I ever met." 
While this funeral was so abrupt, 
A French officer tried to corrupt. 
Called him a traitor in advance. 
So the Germans could have a chance. 
So by her lying he was caught, 
And as a traitor he was shot. 
A judicial murder of a cruel kind 
Afterwards they did also find. 
Even also the French Government 
With her evidence was content. 
And as this beauty went still faster 
Occurred the ''Carporetto" disaster. 
It is believed, and there's no doubt, ' 
The allied positions were shown out. 
The Austro-Germans did not quit, 
With Italy the least prepared for it. 
She wo'rmed the secrets out of them so. 
That they themselves to death did go. 
She did in favor so advance, 

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The German Submarine 

The anniversary of the Yanks' first shot 

By which a German ''sub" was caught 

Occurred, it seems, on the same day 

As the "Battle of Lexington", they say. 

And the battles of Lexington and Bunker Hill 

Are celebrated by the Yankees still, 

But now this will that day enhance 

As freedom's cause does more advance. 

Since the U. S. navy was^on the scene 

To banish the German submarine, 

This story for Huns is not so nice. 

Its commander was Captain Emery Rice. 

On April 19th, 1917, 

Sunk the first Hun submarine. 

The story is about this way: 

A shot from the ship, the Mongolia, 

On her tenth voyage across the sea 

Fired on this "sub" of Germany, 

Who o'er the ocean held its sway. 

Claiming exclusive right of way. 

The air was fine, the sea was smooth, 

Everything all right forsooth. 

The ship on her voyage fine did go, 

A periscope seen from the port bow, 

About half a mile in a straight line, 

By officer Bion just in time. 

He shouted out not very low, 

"Submarine on the port bow." 

The captain himself and Lieutenant Ware 

Out of the chart-room soon were there, 

Onto the bridge they quickly surged. 

Saw the rippling wake as it submerged. 

The armed guard of Lieutenant Ware 

Took to their guns, well loaded there. 

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They ordered the helm to starboard go, 

So they might dodge the torpedo. 

Lieutenant Ware did have some hope 

As they trained on the periscope. 

Then you ought to have seen the fun 

As they fired upon the Hun. 

When one shot of the after-gun 

To the center of the swirl did come, 

Causing a lot of light-blue smoke, 

Sure to the Hun it was no joke. 

This was shot in a straight line, 

Where it went down there at the time. 

This shot did hit the submarine. 

After that no more of it was seen. 

They then went on thru a zigzag course. 

Till the weather got a little worse. 

At length the fog became so thick, 

After they'd made the Hun so sick. 

They at length passed along alone, 

And reached the gateway of Folkstone. 

The safe arrival of the ship at London 

Was due to the lieutenant's execution. 

He ever kept his men drilled and steady, 

For an emergency ever ready. 

Thus the Mongolia got quite a name. 

And its gunners rose to fame, 

And when she came into port again. 

Was sought also by many men. 

The Germans did this ship so dread, 

Offered fifty thousand for the captain's head, 

But some pro-Germans said 'twas a pity. 

Sent letters of hatred from Kansas City. 

On the other hand great pride was felt 

That they had got the Germans' pelt, 

They ought to sink all that they could. 

And for the world 'twould be mighty good, 

For it is time no more was seen 

Of the "ruthless" submarine. 



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The Brave Boy 



A SIXTEEN- YEAR-OLD just over from France 
Narrates this peculiar circumstance. 
He was brought back by Captain Yentor, 
As the cruel war he had to enter. 
He was born also in New York City, 
Though small of stature, was quite gritty, 
Lived in Spain, Belgium, Italy all together, 
And lost his father and his mother. 
Lived also in Paris and in Rheims 
During three years of war times. 
His father only one son did possess, 
A teacher of language did profess. 
During one of these raiding times 
The Germans came very near to Rheims, 
Shot down his father and his mother, 
So they perished there together. 
They burned also little Richards' home, 
And he was left in the world alone. 
They were about to shoot him too, 
When an officer said, *'He work can do, 
Take him along, don't let him shirk, 
Put him in the trench to work." 
So he had to work all he could do, 
Work for them in the trenches too, 
But as he was working there one day. 
He saw some Americans 'cross the way. 
He resolved to get out of the strife. 
Though it cost him his dear life. 
Secured a pistol from a captain slain. 
And did no longer there remain. 
He watched then secretly his chance. 
And to the Americans did advance. 
Some way he got there, he doesn't know how, 
Without kicking up a German row, 
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And ran across on ''No Man's Land" 

And gained the U. S. army band. 

He some way got to them all right, 

Amid the bullets and the fight. 

A captain he did wish to see, 

And was taken to a company. 

Was taken there to Captain Yen tor, 

Told why the war he had to enter. 

That he was also an American, 

And to their lines he had just come, 

That his father and mother were killed at home, 

And he in the world was left alone. 

Having told his story and not to blame, 

They thought they'd help him all the same. 

So they took the boy and said they would 

Do now for him all that they could. 

When they met an officer there in charge, 

Upon the matter they did enlarge. 

They decided the boy should not be alone, 

Took Joe Richards and brought him home. 

When the cruel war was through. 

They didn't know what else to do. 

So Captain Yentor, we may say, 

Brought him to Oxford, Iowa. 

So now poor Richards has a home, 

Though left in the world "over there" alone. 

Because he was so brave and grand 

As to run across on "No Man's Land", 

Where no man dared to venture there. 

Or very badly he might fare. 

For this is a strip of land, you see. 

And on each side is the enemy, 

So if you venture there day or night. 

You will be shot at the first sight. 

So, my boys, if you're sure you're right. 

You should be brave in a good fight, 

And prove yourself to be brave and grand, 

Like Richards did in "No Man's Land". 



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Heligoland 



You all have heard of Heligoland, 

It is a rocky, barren strand; 

Whether falsely named or just for fun, 

"Helios" simply means the sun. — 

When of Helios we used to speak, 

It meant the solar orb in Greek. — 

The English thought 'twould sink into the sea, 

So they sold it to Germany. 

But instead of it sinking into the deep. 

The Germans there did vigils keep, 

And from this place they had to flee. 

Or Germans sank their ships at sea. 

And Great Britian they did block. 

When they got this barren rock. 

Great Britain before the war was won 

Found this rock the greatest obstruction. 

As against it their shells they hurled, 

The strongest fortress in the world. 

The summit of the fortress at its roof 

Is so strong, it is bomb proof. 

The batteries placed so as to be 

Quite invisible from the sea. 

Those mighty guns shoot out so far. 

Eleven to fifteen inches caliber. 

The turrets are of the strongest steel. 

They thunder awfully when they peel ; 

All observation posts and galleries again 

Are connected by passages subterranean. 

The roads running along beneath the roof 

Along the galleries are shell proof. 

The guns are mounted, too, you see 

To shoot ten or twelve miles at sea. 

Millions of dollars spent not for fun, 

But to prevent any concussion. 

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Then again to make things right, 

Have plane sheds of the disappearing type, 

That can be lowered or raised still higher 

As protection 'gainst long range fire. 

There are store and repair shops also there, 

For everything they did prepare. 

Everything mighty strong and mighty fit. 

Disastrous to ships attacking it. 

And so they had a chance to beat 

The English and the allied fleet. 

But, thanks to fortune, this fortress rock 

Has in the Allies' power got, 

And this mighty fortress with rocks so steep 

Has at length seen its defeat. 

For dismantled now will be its fate. 

Though it comes a little late. 

And all its works and mighty show 

At the Allies' demand must go. 

You'd think it was a Heligoland 

If you'd gotten near its firing strand, 

But though named after Sol, the sun, 

Has lost the fight instead of won. 

And in the future 'twill never be 

Defying the Grand Fleet on the sea. 

They will its mighty guns disrupt, 

And what remains will be blown up, 

And as its mighty walls they blast, 

It will be numbered with the past. 

The Kiel Canal 

And not only the isle of Heligoland 
But the Kiel Canal must also disband, 
Its fortifications, too, must go 
About which they'll not be slow. 
And this canal also cleaned out 
And for peaceful pursuits be turned about. 
For they'll give them 'gainst their election 
Ships enough for their protection. 
The Hun may squeal at the armistice. 
And think it hard to sue for peace, 
But if he does find fault and squirm, 
What would it be if 'twas his turn? 

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We may a little guess perchance 

By what he did to conquered France. 

If he his banner had unfurled 

He would have gobbled up the world. 

But thanks unto the God of heaven, 

He at last no chance was given. 

And for his own and others good 

Its better that he never should. 

For if he had as he tried before 

To spread o'er the earth his grand ''Kultur", 

For as we see him start and slay 

We need get on our knees and pray. 

God deliver us from those cruel ones 

Who fought and said ''Gott be mit uns", 

Not only from the Kaiser's sway 

But from the cliques in Germany. 

He now bids good-bye to Heligoland, 

And finds that God is not on hand; 

And also to the Kiel Canal, 

For both he made a very hell. 



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Sea Lions 

In this war they have been trying 
Almost everything supplying, 
Ships and "subs" their utmost trying, 
Airplanes with the zeppelins vying, 
Men, mules, and horses dying, 
Airplanes and pigeons flying, 
Dogs and horses and motors plying, 
Now even lions they are trying. 
This is not the lion that roams the land. 
Not the "British" that does the sea command, 
Though a very large creature ^too, is he 
As he roams in the deep sea. 
And not the "British lion" is he 
That is "mistress of the sea", 
Neither the lion on the land 
Though often lies upon the sand, 
But trained up by a British band, 
In the war he takes a hand, 
Over submarines to have command 
In the sea to on them land. 
That men might see just where they are. 
To drop depth bombs upon them there. 
That he might hunt the "sub" unseen, 
And get the "ruthless submarine". 
By experiments the British found 
The lions traced them by the sound, 
All they had to do the Hun to beat. 
Was to give them fish to eat. 
They purchased of Ortoria Gillispie 
Two tamed lions of the sea. 
These lions were very tame, you see; 
Their names were "Billie" and "Queenie". 
They learned the way, too, just the same 
By which they were to catch their game. 
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That they might play their game quite well, 
Had to take lessons for a spell. 
When first they appeared upon the scene 
They had a lesson on the submarine, 
When they the noise had really heard, 
They swam to it and jumped aboard. 
They had prepared for them a dish, 
And gave them quite a mess of fish* 
This they kept up for quite a time. 
Till they understood it very fine. 
Then to educate this old "feller" 
They started also the propeller. 
Though this he did a little fear, 
Had to stop when he was near, 
But afterward didn't mind the noise. 
And jumped aboard with equipoise. 
The noise did not scare him from his dish, 
For he expected his mess of fish. 
And even tho steamers went near by, 
For his fish would still apply. 
A small, light cigar-shaped float 
Was attached to this lion boat. 
In this way, too, while under the sea 
They knew also where he might be, 
That other fish might not interpose, \ 

They put a muzzle on his nose. 
So he had to steer for his "sub" dish, 
Or else he'd get no taste of fish. 
Then with him they did sail around 
Till a submarine might there be found, 
Then they'd let the lion go 
To hunt the Boches down below. 
When in training care had to take 
Lest the propeller he should break. 
So when the lions got near the scene 
Of the submerged submarine, 
On account of this they had to stop 
And let their boat come to the top. 
But Billie and Queenie did not care 
As long as there was fish to spare. 
Sometimes he beat them to the top, 
And barking for his fish was caught. 
But when he did the Germans find 
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He was left some ways behind. 

And when he did near Boches come, 

They dropped on them the deadly bomb. 

And then there was a fearful scene, 

A sinking of the submarine. 

But Billie and Queenie didn't mind that 

As long as fish made them so fat. 

So this you see was quite a scheme 

To catch the German submarine. 

The Germans thought themselves so smart, 

But it took the British to learn this art. 

But of course they should smarter be 

For they are the "lioness" of the sea, 

And a lioness ought to train a lion so 

That it most anywhere could go. 

And with the American on the scene, 

They gobbled up the submarine. 

So they don't sneak around any more 

Like they did some time before, 

And now they've taken them all away 

And left not one for Germany. 

So we think the Hun no more, poor thing, 

Can "play the duce" with his submarine. 

For he has done about enough, 

And now on him it's pretty tough. 

He's made it for others so very rough. 

Now he's really got enough. 

By the "lion" and the "eagle", too, 

Been so badly beat, don't know what to do,. 

But he really deserves his fate. 

For he spared no one of late. 

And the good book says so very plain, 

"The measure you meet you'll get again. 

That whate'er you do or where'er you go, 

You will reap what you do sow." 

This, you see, is also true 

Of individuals and nations too. 



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The Beautiful Hungarian Spy 

Beauty is what beauty does, they say, 
But this beauty threw her life away. 
She may have thought it was her duty, 
By enticing soldiers by her beauty. 
She was a beautiful Hungarian spy, 
And for her country she did die. 
Though she had hoped to save her life. 
In this world amid the strife. 
The famous painting, The Refugee, 
Was founded upon this sad story. 
The pictures of Frida Neator, they say, 
Who really gave her life away. 
She did not hesitate or pause 
To suffer for her country's cause. 
She went into the western front. 
For allied officers she did hunt. 
And though she was a German spy, 
She thought to captivate thereby. 
Tho innocence she did profess. 
She won by her beauty and loveliness. 
As a refugee from Hungarian rule. 
Under this mask she did them fool. 
For full two years she stood the test. 
Before this girl they did arrest. 
In which time she had done her best. 
And she worked with zeal and zest. 
Sometimes the French did her suspect. 
But thought they might have to regret. 
So they let her go as they had before, 
Until she spied for two years more. 
Such was the beauty of her charm. 
From them she did receive no harm. 
Though they had cause for some alarm, 
They thought they would do her no harm. 
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With golden hair and mild, blue eyes 
She seemed so innocent in their eyes. 
All the officers there she took by storm, 
By her beautiful face and lovely form. 
But finally she went too far, 
And got before the judgment bar. 
The department of intelligence, 
Of her operations got evidence. 
By a military court-martial she was tried, 
Was there convicted, and she died. 
To the court's finding did not object, 
Nor did she show emotion yet. 
Without emotion or protest. 
She simply asked one last request. 
She might be permitted to assume 
Her own choice for a costume. 
This was all she had or really wanted. 
And by her executioners granted. 
After this was then agreed upon. 
She was to be shot at the next dawn. 
Frida Neator on the following morning 
Appeared in very strange adorning. 
She was brought out to the firing squad, 
To leave this world to meet her God. 
The captain who did order the fire 
Did this girl greatly admire, 
And probably she thought him to win 
By her beauty as she stayed by him. 
But though her uniform was rude, 
She died in a state entirely nude. 
Appeared in a velvet robe covered with fur. 
Which then completely covered her. 
She did not wink an eye, nor seem to care. 
Cool and collected as she stood there. 
She said at length she had nothing to say, 
As they stood there twenty feet away. 
They did not even cover her eyes 
As their deadly guns did rise. 
The officer shouted, ''Men, get ready," 
As each held his rifle steady. 
"One, two," then through the air did sound, 
Then her cloak fell to the ground. 
Naked she appeared to the astonished men, 
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Who knew not what to do just then. 
Her impelHng beauty seemed to believe 
Would win for her a great retrieve. 
For a moment then just for this cause 
They did hesitate and pause, 
But alas! this was not to be, 
As resolutely he shouted "Three". 
There was a crack of rifles in the air, 
A beautiful girl fell dying there. 
Thus this girl they held so dear 
Ended at last her sad career. 



So you cannot depend on beauty, 

You must also do your duty. 

Some young folks may ask us why 

Soldiers always shoot a spy. 

Because many things they often tell, 

That they know so very well. 

And by gaining information by and by 

Many soldiers more may die. 

So they say they better shoot a spy, 

Than let them live, and soldiers die. 



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French Heroine 

A GIRL whose name was Louise Thailer, 

None of the Germans could bewail her, 

So she was treated like a spy, 

And like Edith Cavell doomed to die. 

With Edith Cavell she had been 

When she was shot by those vile men, 

And she did face a similar fate, 

And her bravery does relate, 

In the city of Brussels she did live. 

And to the soldiers help did give. 

Though she was really born in France, 

And for her life stood little chance. 

"They would not let me fight," did say. 

So I helped the soldiers get away. 

''I thought I'd help my country France, 

But the Germans made such swift advance. 

That I had had but little chance. 

But in the forest of Norvel just then 

Were hidden many of our men ; 

The best I could do was to help them. 

But before I did this forest make, 

I had a very narrow escape. 

I saw some Germans there that day. 

And one of them called me that way. 

Instead of that I made for good, 

And ran away fast as I could. 

And when I did do that, you see, 

They ran after, and fired at me. 

But even then I could not yield. 

But hid myself in a corn field. 

The very next morning I might say, 

They siezed me before I got away, ^ 

Asked me if I had seen any men, 

And shoot me if I didn't tell them, 

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Then as these villains did advance, 

I said, "I was willing to die for France". 

Then they said, "I was a spy", 

I'd have five minutes to speak or die. 

They placed me there right 'gainst the wall, 

But I did neither shrink nor bawl, 

Though I stood there before those six, 

Confronting death in a bad fix. 

An officer who was in command, 

Holding his watch in his right hand, 

In the other hand he had a sword. 

And I just waited on his word. 

The carbines leveled like a streak 

As he asked me the last time to speak 

But to my amazement and their dismay, 

He told the men to go away. 

As he came near to me then that day, 

He spoke to me and this did say, 

"You are dangerous, but you are brave. 

And in order your life to save 

You'll have to go back to Chalerai 

And stand a court-martial anyway. 

For I believe you are a spy, 

And if you are you'll surely die." 

I thought this journey I'd have to take, 

Thought indeed there was no escape, 

But afterwards I thought I could 

As we approached a little wood. 

Some shots into this patrol were fired, 

They thought I as a spy was hired. 

The officer shouted something nearby 

'Bout being in a trap there by a spy. 

From the direction the shots did come, 

I swiftly to that place did run. 

I thought the Germans would not follow me. 

So listened where the French might be. 

Once thought I was finished as I felt 

A ball struck the buckle of my belt. 

At last I did come out all right, 

As many Belgians were in sight. 

I shouted in French to these men, 

And they ceased firing there again. 

Said I was helping my countrymen, 

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So I went along my way with them. 

They wished me Godspeed on my way, 

I got to the forest without delay. 

From the forest started with my men 

On the road to St. Quentin. 

Had not gone far before we came 

Upon the Germans once again, 

And as they along did come, 

Brought along a machine gun. 

The French attacked them in a fight, 

Finally they were put to flight. 

Soon after this I left these men, 

And started back to Brussels again. 

Before to the city I had got, 

Something else also turned up, 

And just my luck to say no more, 

I met the party I met before. 

And those same Germans there and then 

Arrested me as they did then. 

I was put on trial before a court, 

And they told lies of every sort. 

**I might as well shut up and hush,** 

I'd led their party into ambush. 

That I'd admitted that I was a spy, 

And in the morning I should die. 

In my sleep that night I dreamt 

Joan of Arc was to me sent, 

Saying, "Be brave, my child, and do not pause, 

You give your life for a noble cause." 

As I woke from that beautiful dream, 

Right by my bed a Hun was seen. 

A German soldier by my bed, 

And he by another German led, 

Asked me many questions, said he thought 

I would be led out, but not be shot. 

I was kept in prison awhile, I know. 

In a few weeks they let me go, 

After I to Brussels got. 

Where Edith Cavell was also shot. 

One day some British tried to escape 

Before the Germans did them take, 

For the Germans supposed they were in hiding, 

And in Brussels still abiding. 

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For going to Germany they were missing, 

And lost by the Hun, Herr Von Bissing. 

I found a house of twelve that night, 

They knew that they must take to flight. 

The city watched there all that day, 

Lest these men should get away. 

They had hidden away there quite a while, 

The Cameron Highlanders and Argyle. 

I acted as guide for all those men, 

And for Ypres we started then, 

We saw no Germans as on we went. 

Till we got there in sight of Ghent. 

Then by the Germans we were caught, 

And held up by a rifle shot. 

Could not retrace our steps across the field, 

And to the Boche would not yield. 

Then there was a mixed up muss, 

And they started then for us. 

The Highlanders were all unarmed, 

But at the Boches were not alarmed. 

Instead went for them left and right, 

Using their fists there in the fight. 

While the Boches did the advantage get, 

By using their rifle and bayonet. 

I think two soldiers got away. 

The rest of us had there to stay. 

I with the prisoners was also sent 

In to the Belgian town of Ghent. 

We were there to trial brought, 

And the Highlanders were also shot 

Just as spies were at that time, 

Being behind the German line. 

I was forced to attend this sad affair. 

They met their death like heroes there, 

And even the Germans there did say 

Never such men had they led away, 

Though they were treated as a spy. 

None of them afraid to die. 

I had again my turn to take, 

For helping soldiers to escape. 

But the German, that old Von- Bissing 

Was not concerned about the missing. 

The opinion of him he knew so well, 

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About the shooting of Miss Cavell. 
The death sentence commuted mid the strife, 
1 was to be imprisoned there for my Hfe. 
I served three years till the war had ceased, 
When Brussels was taken I was released. 



Thus you see how this French heroine 

Did things up so very fine, 

And saved the soldiers of the line. 

And was rewarded in due time 

For her great bravery, saving France from loss, 

Received the "legion of Honor" and war cross. 

When men are fighting for the right 

We should help them with all our might, 

Help them in their trouble anyway, 

At any time or any day. 

And we will surely get our pay, 

Now or in some future day. 



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American Spy 

In the country of Italy, we can hardly tell why, 

There was a "blue beard", an American spy. 

This American girl was twenty-four years old, 

In spying for Germans was very bold. 

Dora Charlton was this girl's name, 

Engaged in this spying German game. 

And indeed no novice was she then. 

As she spied among the different men. 

But at last this wiley spy was caught, 

And down to death at last was brought. 

This beautiful spy her work did cease, 

When she was arrested by the police. 

It seems she did the power attain 

To captivate and capture men. 

But little really was then known of her 

Till Italy entered in the war. 

Supposed to be in Italy there by stealth, 

Associated with those of wealth. 

With French and English captains, too. 

When she could find anything to do. 

Then as she went around again, 

Became acquainted with airmen. 

Among the officers, too, did whirl 

This pretty American society girl. 

And often out with them at night, 

As they thought she was all right. 

Indeed, she was so nice and bright. 

Some did really about her fight. 

And she convinced each one again. 

He was the one she would retain. 

Oft she carried on with these men. 

And entrapped them yet again. 

No one suspected as round she went. 

To catch them her time was spent. 

She by her many tricks did sell 

A British officer named Russel. 

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In 1916 

A new airplane then was seen. 
She learned all about this airplane, 
Sent word to the Germans all the same. 
So the Hun over there was very glad, 
For a better one the Germans had. 
Got up one also that they did need, 
One with better power and speed. 
Discovered at last he was found out, 
But only thought his love about. 
Little did he think or even dream 
She was there behind the screen. 
And she really did him convince 
Some other one had done it since 
And to prove that she did not lie, 
Even offered with him to die. 
So she agreed with him all right 
To take some poison too that night. 
But in the morning it was said 
She was alive, but he was dead. 
She'd made him, too, his duty shirk. 
But she carried on her fiendish work. 
One fellow said — on her beauty set — 
"The most beautiful girl I ever met." 
While this funeral was so abrupt, 
A French officer tried to corrupt. 
Called him a traitor in advance. 
So the Germans could have a chance. 
So by her lying he was caught. 
And as a traitor he was shot. 
A judicial murder of a cruel kind 
Afterwards they did also find. 
Even also the French Government 
With her evidence was content. 
And as this beauty went still faster 
Occurred the "Carporetto" disaster. 
It is believed, and there's no doubt, ' 
The allied positions were shown out. 
The Austro-Germans did not quit. 
With Italy the least prepared for it. 
She wof^rmed the secrets out of them so, 
That they themselves to death did go. 
She did in favor so advance, 

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They tried to have her go to France. 

Some persons made a great attempt, 

But others then would not consent. 

Then she tried the job to boss 

Through the medium of the Red Cross. 

A British officer his course to save, 

Made a trip into the Plave. 

With him she went unto the front, 

But only really for to hunt. 

So she got information, too, it seems, 

For the attacking of submarines. 

For from the Germans news did come 

How great a work she'd really done. 

That more allied ships there were sunk. 

Than those upon the Western front. 

How this news came out can not tell to you, 

Or another man might yet die, too. 

But suffice it here just now to say, 

She would not for a trial stay. 

This news came out from old Berlin, 

And she was found down at Turin, 

Where her trial was to begin, 

And she be punished for her sin. 

And though she got so very much pay. 

She would have been tried there anyway. 

So when discovered and could not hide, 

She then committed suicide. 



Thus we see as the Bible saith, 
The wages of sin is really death. 
Whate'er you do, or whate'er about, 
**Be sure your sin will find you out." 
And whate'er you do or where'er you go, 
"You will reap whate'er you sow." 
She did her work and got her price, 
But her own life did sacrifice. 
And what real good was all her pay, 
When she had given her life away. 
And what does it profit one on the whole, 
**To gain the world and lose his soul." 
This is what the Master saith, 
"The wages of sin are surely death." 

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Prisoner's Escape 

Some of the most wonderful stories heard 
Are told by Mary Shackleford 
About the prisoners in Germany 
Who escaped their old enemy. 
Through ingenuity never excelled, 
The number of escapes often swelled. 
A London committee of ladies brave, 
Many a prisoner also did save. 
So many ingenious plans did they arrange, 
By methods that were awful strange. 
That they got many prisoners out 
'Fore the Hun knew what they were about. 
The way the method came about, ^ 

Was from a prisoner who got out. 
One from a prison did escape, 
And secret plans they all did make. 
These ladies did at last succeed 
By finding out what they did need. 
He said the most they needed there perhaps 
Was compasses, impliments, and maps, 
Concentrated food, page books, and water wings 
Files, German money, and such things. 
To find their way, to get over streams. 
And things beyond the German dreams. 
When they sent a letter home. 
They wrote it in a code unknown. 
Thus they did the jailor fool, 
For they had not learned the rule. 
Of such things they had never heard. 
Omitting here and there a word. 
Though they claimed much ''Kultur", too, 
The boys beat them till they got through. 
A prisoner one day sent for a file, 
The way it came would make you smile. 
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The parcels of course were examined, too, 
And they were careful till they got through. 
There was sent to a prisoner, one relates, 
One inch long, a box of dates. 
The jailor examined them not being slack, 
Turned them over and put them back, 
Handed it to the boy, and very soon 
He took it up into his room, 
Split the bottom open, then did smile 
As in the bottom was the file. 
A fortnight later he did get 
A little box of good biscuit. 
The officer then sly as a fox, 
Broke up the sides of all the box 
But still he was caught yet in a trap. 
In the three-ply bottom was a map — 
This you see was a secret scheme, 
Proving the Dutchman a little green. 
The next that came was a little tin 
That had the vilest of aromas in. 
To open this he did a little dread, 
Holding his nose, ''Bad eggs", he said. 
Bad-smelling yoke and broken shell, 
"My, how bad those eggs do smell!" 
He handed it over, did grin a bit. 
Saying to the prisoner, "You'll like it." 
There is one there that isn't cracked, 
Perhaps you will at least like that. — 
The one egg there that did not crack 
Was a china one also at that. — 
In this egg with this nasty mess 
Was there hid a little compass. 
For if he did any time get out, 
He could find his way about. 
The others put in to deceive, they say, 
To be broken on the way. 
That the prisoner might get away, 
And then get out of Germany. 
One of the strangest things again. 
Was writing with a new wet pen. 
This on the paper leaves no mark. 
But before the fire is discerned apart. 
Another way is to prick with a pin 
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Certain letters there within. 

A triangle code was also used, 

That the words might seem confused. 

Another method at another time 

Was when a word did crOvSS a line. 

Of the things sent them during the year, 

The best was on the East frontier. 

The officers up to every trick, they say, 

So they could not get away, 

Thought probably they'd have to stay. 

Files, compasses, and every map. 

The wiley Germans would ever trap. 

There flexible files would too be seen. 

Though put up in chocolate cream. 

Maps also written in invisible ink 

By them were thrown into the sink. 

And compasses embedded in oranges then, 

These wiley officers would get again. 

So they were there in great dismay, 

Because they could not get away. 

A dozen fine compasses and many a map, 

Several pulmotors, and things like that. 

And electric torches, too, one day 

In two boxes were. sent away. 

These were smuggled out of England, too. 

Addressed to the German when they got through, 

Were sent away to a neutral country. 

From that place posted to Germany. 

On the box was labelled, ''Very Urgent, 

In the service of the government." 

They sent ahead the prisoners a code. 

That these things were then on the road. 

In the course of time being in distress, 

It reached them in the wilderness. 

Before it reached them it was able 

To have on it a German label. 

''This parcel put in a cool place soon. 

Must not be opened until June." 

Had this been on at the German frontier. 

It would have been examined there. 

This inscription made the Germans think, 

But it was written in vanishing ink. 

Would take four days to fade out, they say, 

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Then be a long way in Germany. 

Before it got through they knew before 

The only cool place was the keeper's store. 

The parcel arrived, was examined o'er, 

Very much surprised, put it in store. 

Had it been there to a prisoner sent, 

Instead of the prison commandant, 

He undoubtedly would have seen fit 

To have opened and examined it. 

But as it was to him addressed, 

Just as the prisoners, too, had guessed. 

In his storehouse he did it store. 

Walked away, done nothing more. 

About midnight or a little before 

Was burglarized this German store. 

Some one been there quite sleight of hand. 

Took all the things, filled the box with sand. 

As a little while just the night before, 

The German opened up his store. 

Eight prisoners there refused to stay. 

And that night did get away. 

So by this strange, ingenious plan. 

Escaped from there nearly every man. 



The Germans think they're smart, they say, 

Let them beat the English anyway. 

Let them such ingenuity partake, 

That their soldiers may thus escape. 

It will probably be a live-long day 

Before many prisoners get away. 

And yet they exalt their ''Kultur", too. 

Such ingenious things they oft can do. 



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Norwegian Spy 

A BEAUTIFUL Norwegian spy was caught 

And was sentenced to be shot, 

But afterwards the court was content 

And commuted it to imprisonment. 

This pretty girl they really say, 

Was called the belle of all Norway. 

Thelma was her Norwegian name; 

She was a diplomat all the same. 

It occurred in England ''over there", 

Of it few people were aware. 

At the eleventh hour she did repent. 

Saved from death as punishment. 

Thelma a novel writer's heroine, 

She took this name at a certain time. 

She came with a preacher from New York, 

And thought she'd get some mission work. 

But to this she did not really come, 

But went in style to gay London, 

Then went to a neutral embassy; 

Was received there with much courtesy. 

And received all her credentials, 

Introductions, and essentials; 

As she had been helped too, thus far 

By a neutral ambassador. 

Then at length entered gay society, 

This gave her more notoriety. 

For a time she, too, fared very well. 

And put up at a gay hotel. 

Had good looks, with manners blest. 

With clear brains she did the rest. 

All the leaders had war work to do. 

And she also pitched in too. 

Her excuse for being left alone, 

"Her father was detained at home, 

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Her mother died whom she did mourn. 
But left her daughter with money to burn." 
A titled widow took the channing girl 
Into gay society to w^hirl. 
As ever\^ one was then pitching in — 
Tr\-ing the great war to win — 
She helped in London in a canteen, 
And was helping all round, 'twas seen, 
And no one did to her object, 
Xot in the least did her suspect 
That as around she quickly flew 
That she belonged to a spying crew. 
As she ser\*ed the tea and penny bun 
To the soldiers who did come, 
Xo one would dream there an\^*ay 
That she the Tommies would betray. 
Towards the end of 1914 
An officer did suspect, did seem. 
She had been a guest, as round she went, 
Of many leaders of the government. 
As she went around he took notice 
She sought officers of the ser\dce; 
But other pretty maids did this also, 
As each one sought a ''red-tape" beau. 
But afterwards there seemed some loops, 
As oft she asked about the troops, 
About the factories and munition. 
And about ever\' institution. 
At length an officer to her came, 
Told all about a bombing plane. 
The details were ficticious, by the way, 
But the\' got over to Germany. 
For it was learned that by and by 
They had reached a master spy. 
After they this news did get, 
She sought a secretary' ship. 
She was the favorite candidate, 
But watched quite closely at any rate. 
She was thwarted thus in her ambition. 
Was thought to be in bad condition. 
She received, too, quite a rebuff, 
But the e\'idence was not enough. 
Because they did this girl suspect, 
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Her services they did reject. 

But this spy again was really seen 

Early in nineteen fifteen. 

To enter the circle again did plan, 

That she all secret things might scan, 

Where many officers were often sent, 

There she also much time had spent. 

One fell in love with her at that, 

Who was a leader and diplomat. 

While there attending to his duty. 

He was infactuated by her beauty; 

She encouraged her admirer as before, 

And he was attracted more and more, 

So she kept this great romance 

'Till she thought she had her chance. 

Then she thought she could him spur 

To do most anything for her. 

She got along so very well, 

She found out about an arsenal. 

After he had this story run, 

She thought 'twas good, too, for the Hun. 

As he was enchanted by her beauty. 

She could send a dispatch as duty, 

And that she might get it in that night, 

Though the mail bag was sealed up tight. 

She got him to put it in, you see, 

So it could not censored be, 

Though he had to do this very brisk, 

And undertake the greater risk. 

Not only for himself, as sent. 

But also for his government. 

So she tried with all her might at that, 

To gain her loving diplomat. 

Torn between her love and his real duty 

By this great Norwegian beauty, 

Hesitated for an hour there, they say, 

Whether his cause he should betray. 

And get away and get apart 

From this idol of his heart. 

But finally he did repent, 

And did not ask the girl's consent, 

And soon the authorities, they say. 

Came and took the spy away, 

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For if her will had been fulfilled, 

Many men would have been killed, 

Though few about this woman there 

Knew about this love affair. 

A short time after she was arrested, 

Though she vainly there protested; 

Once in custody was also beat, 

Soon her record was complete. 

Making this record she had been sly; 

Now for it must surely die. 

As a dangerous spy she at last was caught 

And was sentenced to be shot, 

But up to the last, though sure betrayed. 

She claimed she was an innocent maid, 

And she had been so bold at that, 

'Till they put upon her the black cap. 

As then the sentence the judge did speak. 

Then she gave a piercing shriek. 

Which rang out there as ne'er before, 

As she fell upon the floor. 

Though for her crime they did not spare, 

She could not now this sentence bear. 

Afterwards they did at last consent, 

And commute it to imprisonment. 

So instead of them being shot, 

She unto the jail was brought. 



So she proved without a doubt, 
"Be sure your sin will find you out." 
And we see where'er we go 
Young folks "reap what they do sow". 
If they wish to sow "wild oats", 
They'll be placed among the "goats". 
But if they wish to reap good grain, 
They must surely sow the same. 
And if they wish to be a bad weed. 
They need only to "sow the seed". 
This girl's fate brought on by greed, 
Finally she did not succeed. 
Many like her have not been wise, 
And have been made to sacrifice, 
For a little gain or a little praise. 
Have turned into the downward ways. 
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How many young folks of to-day 
Are prone to go just the same way; 
Though not at work for Germany, 
They work for another enemy, 
And Hke this bad Norwegian girl 
Are led away by this world's whirl, 
And though very beautiful and gay, 
Are running down, too, the broad way, 
And though not really a Norwegian spy, 
They must turn or they will die. 
"For sure, ah sure! will the harvest be 
Gathered in time and eternity." 



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Mad Airman 

One of the greatest mysteries of the war 
That has come to light so far, 
Is that of a mad airman running amuck, 
'Till several persons he had got. 
It was not known, as they did him see, 
That a real maniac he'd turned to be. 
'Twas very hard to discern his plan 
As they his wayward acts did scan. 
Until at last as he did go 
He pitched upon his friends or foe. 
And as at last over the land he went, 
Perplexed the Allies and his government, 
For as he flew he could also boast 
Of bombing England and the Germans most. 
At last was found out by the way 
By a commission of inquiry, 
From the Huns themselves and the Allies, 
Why he bombed them from the skies. 
For he had flown round much of late. 
Until at length met his own fate. 
The story they give is an amazing one, 
Of the raids he made on old London. 
This German raider had made his boast, 
He'd be in every raid on the English coast. 
His name was Erschauer, as there he got, 
Was said to be the best pilot, 
And a leader also had been 
Until July, 1917, 

When a raid was made there in daylight, 
That the London airguns had to fight. 
'Tis said they could not him assuage, 
That he reveled, too, in a barrage. 
But the last time he was in this track, 
He himself had to turn back, 
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'Had made his boast, "Nothing could stop him," 
That he was bound his aim to win. 
As some one threw out a taunt for fun 
He circled around again begun. 
Some followed him, but then turned back, 
He acted strangely after that. 
They never heard from him again, 
Till a lieutenant Nans Westman 
Said, 'T saw him as I onward went, 
He would not abandon the attempt. 
When I myself was coming back, 
I saw another on my track. 
His face — describing him the best I can, 
•He looked to me like a mad man. 
He seized ahold of his friend near by, 
And tried to hurl him from the sky. 
His victim struggled till out of breath, 
He hurled him out unto his death. 
The mad man then resumed his seat. 
And tried his best my speed to beat. 
Without any warning as I did flee, 
He turned his guns just then on me. 
As a shower of bullets came whizzing that way, 
I got away from his company. 
I recognized Erschauer, my old friend, 
With whom I had flown over England. 
He seemed to recognize me at the time. 
And hurried to get with me in line, 
And as he sped along I might also mention, 
I saw his murderous intention. 
For when a person is really mad, 
To kill a friend is always glad. 
A reversion seems to be in his mind, 
He'll kill any friend that he can find. 
He kept gaining on me with his machine, 
Till I his wily plot had seen. 
And he did as he had done before, 
And shot at me still more and more. 
When deadly bullets he did pour, 
I felt my shoulder a little sore. 
I realized that I had been hit, 
And then at last I tried to quit, 
And was inclined then to come down, 
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And land there in an English town. 

But that was dangerous in a land unknown, 

Would sooner land over in my own. 

I increased my speed still yet again, 

Was weak from loss of blood and pain. 

I now outdistanced him all right, 

Until I was clean out of sight. 

My wound did hurt, it struck the bone, 

I thought I never would get home. 

But I kept it up and on I went, 

And landed near the town of Ghent. 

Of Erschauer's insanity there is no doubt, 

By other actions he was found out. 

When he reached the city of Mannheim, 

He circled round it for a time. 

As his machine then descended low, 

The people welcomed their hero. 

And congregated in the street, 

Erschauer to gladly greet. 

For by special markings it was seen 

It was Erschauer's own machine. 

While they did welcome him to town. 

Two awful bombs he did drop down. 

Many buildings damaged from the air. 

Two hundred killed right then and there. 

No one ever seems to have thought 

This could be done by a Hun pilot. 

'Twas supposed also he had been forced down 

By an airman from another town. 

They thought themselves safe upon the scene, 

When he dropped bombs from his machine. 

Machines went up to attack, they say, 

But he took to flight and fled away. 

The next thing that of him was heard. 

He dropped some bombs in Heidelburg. 

When there he let his death bombs fall, 

Damaged the cathedral and college wall. 

Then he went off all around again, 

And dropped bombs then upon Essen. 

And though for a lunatic was quite alert, 

Dropped bombs on Krupp's, where they did work. 

Then after flying over Baden again, 

They watched this wonderful skilled airman. 

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And while they watched him there on high, 

He dropped more bombs down from the sky, 

And to glut yet his insane will, 

Did nearly a hundred people kill. 

Two men pursued him in his flight. 

And then they had a terrible fight. 

The mad man he so bravely fought. 

In one machine killed the pilot. 

The other machine in flames was caught, 

Fell, killing the observer and pilot. 

Sometime after this it also seems, 

He fought with several Hun machines. 

And after he had done his very best, 

He was engaged o'er the Black Forest, 

Was seen to be in a sorrowful plight. 

While engaged there in a terrible fight. 

And as to conquer he did aspire, 

The tail of his machine was seen afire. 

When this fight there had really ceased. 

He flew away toward the east. 

They looked to see if he were about, 

For a week were still on the lookout, 

But neither the mad man nor his machine 

After that were ever seen. 

The body of the observer, too, was found 

Mutilated upon the muddy ground. 

By hunting the forest round about. 

Where Erschauer had thrown him out. 

By searching they have really seen 

Both Erschauer and his wrecked machine. 

But all they found there just the same, 

Were Erschauer's bones charred in the flame. 

He fell down from up so very high 

In the flames, and there did die. 



Had he not been such a daring man 
He might have had a different plan. 
He might not then have had such strife, 
And he might, too, have saved his life. 
We never should to danger fly 
Unless there is a reason why. 
But we may be too wisely brave 

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And our lives may also save, 

And be just as brave as we really can 

To help along our fellow man. 

But never attempt to play a bad game, 

Lest we, also become insane. 



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The Greatest Hero 

The greatest hero of the war 
That has been honored near and far 
Was Sergeant Alvin CharHe York, 
Who'd been fed on Tennessee pork. 
He was second Elder in 'Tossum Trot" 
Before into the war he got. 
"He'll sure come back," said his fiance, 
*'For he's led by the hand of Providence." 
He captured a hundred and thirty men, 
The bravest soldier that had been. 
He killed twenty-five and on them landed, 
Licking a battalion single-handed. 
He was from fine Anglo-Saxon blood, 
And went to fight the best he could. 
About the gun he learned a lot 
By shooting fox in Possum Trot. 
'Fore he joined the church he drank quite much. 
But after that did not it touch. 
He did not smoke nor drink nor swear, 
But lived a Christian over there. 
But he was brave and he did fight. 
Because the cause was just and right. 
That Germans might not have their way, 
Many he did take or slay, 
Capturing a battalion one day alone, 
In the fight in the Argonne. 
He was a man of great decision. 
Belonged to the 3 2d Division. 
Was corporal at first in Company G, 
In 328th Infantry. 
On the American Hill 323, 
In the sector of Chatel Chalery, 
He was attacked by a Hun division. 
And he made a quick decision. 
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On October 8th, 1918, 

Killed twenty-five upon the scene. 

As very near the sergeant got. 

He killed with gun and pistol shot. 

He fought and conquered, too, these pests, 

Shut up forty-five machine-gun nests. 

Captured three lieutenants and a major, too, 

For the Yanks was a saviour true, 

As by valor, grit, and such as that. 

He oft broke up the Hun's attack. 

As one battalion he did go through, 

Captured one hundred and thirty-two. 

He received a distinguished service cross 

By causing the German's so much loss. 

Received the congressional medal of Honor, 

Of which Congress was the donor. 

The British D. C. medal held so dear, 

Also the French one, * 'Croix de Guerre". 

He went through the war, suffered no harm, 

Was given a fifty thousand dollar farm. 

Nashville wishing to honor his name, 

Donated this farm aside from fame. 

It seems hard to believe, and very strange, 

That he never got in the German range. 

For he was brave and very bold. 

Like Joshua, too, in times of old, 

And felt so sure he would remain 

And come bact to his home again. 

And when he went from his church away, 

No "good-bye" would he ever say. 

"The Lord was with him, he was coming back, 

The congregation might be sure of that." 

And his fiance with mild blue eyes, 

Talked also along this wise. 

When spoken of as strange all right, 

He had not fallen in the fight. 

She and her church with whom she trod 

Said, "It wasn't Alvin, 'twas the hand of God". 

York said when "over there" alone, 

"He prayed to God he might come home." 

And as he kept on the right track, 

His God surely did bring him back. 

Said, "Over there I practiced full salvation," 

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And was with God In close relation, 

Much closer relation than the Kaiser, 

And through him a great deal wiser. 

And it showed, too, who was right, 

By the outcome of the fight. 

By God's help, for the Huns a match, 

Had come home without a scratch." 

So men can better soldiers be. 

If they are servants of God, you see. 

His girl, when asked if he did her win, 

Said to her companions, "Go, ask him!" 

And now at length it is reported 

He has married the girl he courted. 

This great hero does at home remain. 

Has little to say 'bout his war fame. 

Instead of talking 'bout the fight. 

He talked about things home, all right. 

Though many gathered to shake his hand, 

He was confined to his family band. 

When met by a delegation from Jamestown, 

Which had from the country just come down, 

Was hesitating, about the crowd so large, 

But they soon took him into charge. 

Each auto wanted him, too, they say, 

As he tried to get away. 

Thus revealing his modesty, 

As many great heroes often do. 

By this showing are heroes true. 

As at Alvin the folks did grin. 

Saying 'Which auto will you please get in?" 

Several autos trailed along the park. 

But the fortunate one had Alvin York. 

And as they arrived down at Pall Mall, 

"Hello, there, how are you, Al?" 

"Oh, fair to middlin'," as he did stop, 

"How are the boys and all the crop?" 

It was after dark, they also say. 

Before he got from them away. 

At the door was waiting Parson File, 

And all the crowd for quite awhile. 

Asked him to tell his story, but he just spoke, 

And answered them by "Yep", or "Nope". 

They lingered awhile, then left, they say, 

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Leaving Alvin with his family. 

The parson found no fault, 'twas said, 

As Alvin by the Lord was led. 

*'The hand of God was on you then, 

The simplest teach the wisest men. 

Not money or learning helped you far, 

God made you really what you are." 

York did not talk 'bout sights alarming. 

But simply 'bout going then to farming. 

**Well, 'bout that farm I do not know, 

Where they say I have to go." 

About the farm he made little fuss, 

*Twas ma and I and the rest of us. 

**We can care for that after a bit, 

Look after and take care of it. 

What I like best is to get back. 

It is the best place to be at. 

Numerous calls do I receive, 

But hardly think I want to leave. 

For even ten thousand a year to write 

For the papers; they say I might. 

I would like it if it was in me to. 

To write for papers, wouldn't you? 

They want me, too, in a vaudeville show. 

With thirty-five girls, but I'll not go. 

Guess I'd be a scream in tights for fact. 

If I appeared in a dance like that." 

When asked about his wedding day, 

He looked at them, then looked away, 

Saying, "Well, I might possibly that way go. 

Any one might do that, you know." 

His laughing girl had blue eyes, was fair. 

Since then he has been married there. 

The most now York is interested in. 

Is how for Christ can soldiers win. 

*'This great fact we must not forget, 

'Tis the greatest work a man can get. 

To get them to accept Christianity true, 

And help to save humanity too." 



So if you'd be heroes in the fight. 
Like Alvin York you must do right. 

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And if you would be known to fame, 
You, too, must play a righteous game. 
If Christ's distinguished cross you'd wear, 
You'll be a victor over there. 
It's the greatest soldier you can be 
For time and in eternity. 



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The Kidnapped Spy 

There was an actress, a kidnapped spy, 
The reason she was, I'll tell you why. 
Kidnapped by Germans in old London, 
Escaped a submarine prison. 
It happened there by a single glance, 
That she her life did save perchance. 
This girl from France was a French woman, 
And was married to an Irishman, 
Who was a soldier there in France, 
To help the Allies to advance. 
This woman was engaged by the Allies 
In hunting down the German spies. 
Her name was Mrs. Elvin Paget, 
And never a spy did she neglect. 
One of the main ones at the time 
Was named Elizabeth Wortheim. 
Was a woman of exalted station, 
A genius for getting information. 
Mrs. Paget did not energy lack 
When put upon Mrs. Wortheim's track. 
She watched for her week after week 
And went to her the news to seek, 
Followed her up the best she was able, 
Had a conference at her table. 
*'I guess it's contempt for women, I may say, 
That officers give their secrets away. 
If I as a German spy choose to go, 
I could get a fortune for what I know, 
And if they suspected me at this hour, 
Would shoot me in the London tower.'* 
^'Indeed, what secrets have you learned to-night?" 
"Not so much, but a little all right. 
I know the plans of the defenses here, 
The mines that guard the channel near; 
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If I gave this news to the German fleet, 

The submarines could the EngHsh beat." 

Again she laughed and said quite cool, 

*'I guess I am not quite a fool." 

*'I don't have visible plans," she said, 

**But have the plans within my head. 

And could put them down on paper, too, 

And to-morrow show them to you." 

*'So I got a paper for her, you see. 

And she there mapped them out to me." 

She went the mines and defenses over, 

And outlined everything near Dover. 

That she was a spy would hot admit, 

"Was getting news for the fun of it." 

And just to sharpen her natural wit, 

And show how much she had of it, 

One day she said to me, there, ''Why 

Don't you yourself become a spy? 

You could get information here 

Of many friends you know of near. 

I have a friend who does this thing. 

And to you, too, I will him bring. 

And you can get, too, from this friend 

All the money you wish to spend." 

I was just certain of it then. 

As she was trying to get women. 

That is really the reason why 

She was a cunning German spy. 

So I agreed with her to go. 

Next night meet him there in Sabo. 

He told me, too, he wanted yet 

Any information he could get. 

* 'Nothing is too trifling, either," he said, 

As he in the conversation led. 

**A simple fact from a soldier's letter 

May enable us to do much better." 

So I acted as an agent, took my station 

As he made this revelation. 

He had actually there a real committee 

To entertain the officers, you see. 

Official letters be there laid down. 

Received from officers in the town. 

So I worked for him without misgiving, 

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Asked him also where he was living. 
I found Mrs. Wortheim there again, 
With her there four other men, 
Where the business he was to explain. 
But Mrs. Wortheim went out again. 
She went on some pretext or other. 
And we were left alone together. 
After smokes and coffee, without much fuss 
Said, "How long have you been watching us?" 
This question most took my breath away. 
I stammered out something then to say: 
"Mrs. Paget, you're trained in this school, 
But you can us no longer fool. 
You see also I know your name. 
And more than you ever dreamed the same. 
I know also your little game. 
But will stop it now the same. 
I do not know how far youVe gone, 
But I say it shall not thus go on. 
You'll be kept a prisoner here to-day 
Until we find out anyway." 
I was thrust in a dark room near by, 
And on the floor I had to lie. 
As I awoke, looked up once more, 
Williams was standing at the door. 
"I'm glad you're taking things cool," he said, 
"You may not have much sleep ahead; 
In two days we leave for Germany 
In a submarine out on the sea. 
If you attempt to escape you will be shot^ 
It matters not what is our lot." 
That night was rammed into an auto, 
And to the station we did go. 
But at the station near the gate, 
Something occurred as if by fate. 
At the gate I caught sight of one 
Who in secret service had begun. 
I looked so longingly at that man. 
That he at once discerned their plan. 
Williams came close to me and said, 
"The slightest move and you are dead." 
Displaying a pistol also concealed. 
That in his right hand he did wield, 
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So had to go on, as in they went, 

Into the same car apartment. 

The bhnds let down, the door was locked. 

That their plans might not be blocked. 

What was outside I could not see, 

But fearful terror took hold of me. 

When a tap on the window a message gave, 

*'0h, the devil!" he said so grave. 

He gave to me a glance of hatred, 

Then turning to his fellows said, 

*'Frau Wortheim has been now arrested, 

And our house has been invested. 

This 'she devil' been the cause of it, 

And this car she shall not quit. 

Saying this, turned right about. 

Exclaiming, "Why don't this train go out?" 

He had uttered these words but a moment before, 

A stranger stepped inside the door. 

He was then and there arrested, 

And his case severely tested. 

So instead of taking me away, 

He was taken into custody. 

And of course to trial brought, 

And in London tower was shot. 



"So by good Providence perchance, 

I was saved by that longing glance. 

So I again went on my way. 

Hunting out these spies next day.'* 

So she seemed to realize there in her tight place, 

"Behind a frowning providence he hides a smiling 

So if you into any trap are led, • 

Be sure you're right, then go ahead. 
Never mind the jeers or persistent howler, 
"He'll deliver thee from the snare of the fowler." 
This is what the Bible says, 
"He'll keep thee in all thy ways." 
Trust Him then, too, all thy days. 



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Super-Spy 

Of all the German spies so bad, 
This one was the worst they had. 
His German name was Keuperfeld, 
Was by the secret service held. 
He killed himself on account of pride, 
When his crime he could not hide. 
Though one might think his pride not much, 
If he could not "Beat the Dutch". 
For he had a little pride, 
Before the English got his hide. 
He passed also as a Kutzen Pole, 
'Till he was trapped in his death hole. 
By inspecting letters at last they trailed 
Illicit correspondence he had mailed. 
Invited to a restaurant, but not told why, 
Supposed it was a brother spy. 
Had several under him to work, 
But finally he had to shirk. 
He had to him a letter sent. 
To meet there in the restaurant. 
So there he told 'bout all he knew. 
Took them into his confidence too. 
Then he started from there away, 
Agreed to meet on the next day. 
But while walking there in the dark street. 
Heard behind him coming feet. 
Then thought what a fool he'd really been, 
Caught a cab and soon jumped in. 
And put those "blood hounds" off his track, 
As he soon got out of that. 
He changed his clothes and had to shirk, . 
'Till he reached Scotland there to work. 
And to the service more to deceive, 
Was an I. W. W. make believe. 
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He saw the growling, discontented men, 

And suggested many things to them. 

Then he addressed them in the air, 

Till they began to kick and rear. 

Soon a word from headquarters got, 

That there he must no longer stop. 

Then fearing to go back to old London, 

To old Ireland he had to run. 

While he himself did also hide, 

Other men he sought to bribe. ' 

One thought to be a very fair man, 

Tried to ensnare him in his plan. 

Then he acted, too, a little funny, 

Told him he could make some money. 

As he was there and had a chance 

To know about munition plants. 

But this business had to cease. 

The man said he'd call police. 

So he had to leave that night and fled, 

And started then for Holyhead. 

But this same man at length was shot, 

For doing some things he ought not. 

In the Sinn Fein rebellion he was caught. 

So Keuperfeld went to London again, 

And spied around there just the same. 

But Keuperfeld, too, was finally caught. 

As in a love affair he got. 

When in a certain girl's company, 

He made love with her they say, 

She did not like him, she knew not why. 

But kind of thought he was a spy. 

She suspected his reason, too, all right, 

For inducing the men also to fight. 

And as he worked in a workshop, yet 

He tried information of her to get. 

She gave evasive answers to begin. 

And carefully looked out after him. 

She looked over some papers, knew not why. 

That convinced her then he was a spy. 

She gave these papers to the police, 

And her correspondence did not cease. 

Then she gave them his address. 

That they might make him confess. 

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These letters were sent to London on, 
Where Keuperfeld before had gone. 
The reason she did not otherwise, 
She herself was hunting spies. 
He tried the English to overcome, 
By exposing defenses around London, 
And as he many discoveries made, 
He thought the Germans would invade. 
So that these matters might be tested, 
They had this Keuperfeld arrested. 
Another woman he had near by. 
Acting as his underspy. 
They soon did learn to hunt her up, 
And many documents also got. 
So they played on her a pretty trick, 
And caught this woman very quick. 
They went back up to Glasgow again, 
And advertised for one "Kutzen", 
Who had been arrested there that night, 
For leading in the L W. W. strike. 
And that a lawyer would undertake 
The case before the magistrate. 
Within three days a woman came, 
To there defend him all the same, 
Pretending to be a lady all right. 
Who pitted the poor man in the strike, 
And as she to this trial came, 
Said Keuperfeld was not to blame. 
So after the information gained. 
She herself was there detained. 
And as she, too, to Glasgow went, 
She was now to a prison sent. 
And Keuperfeld caught at this time, 
For his "super-spying" crime. 
Said when proved guilty of the crime, 
"I will not die by the English swine, 
I will die, too, an honorable death. 
They shall not take away my breath, 
I shall be soon convicted, hence 
I can not stand the long suspense. 
I'm afraid also I might break down. 
Or have to make some others known 

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Who were with me in this venture, 
And me also might seek to torture." 
He was left in prison, the lights were out, 
The warden was not there about. 
He tore up shirts to make a rope. 
And put it then around his throat. 
Adjusted the rope to the grating wall, 
To the iron bars of his prison cell. 
He placed beneath a stool, they say. 
Then quickly kicked the stool away. 
So he never more has spied. 
As he deserved, he also died. 
Thus after many years of strife. 
This wicked spy did end his life. 
He certainly had a mistaken view 
About dying so honorably, too. 
What strange notions some folks have got, 
When in an unjust cause they're caught. 
And as just stated with their last breath, 
Can say, *T die an honorable death". 
I think he found he lost his pride 
When he landed on the other side, 
And as perdition he entered in, 
The devil said, 'T've got room for him, 
Down in Hades here below." 
Where such wicked fellows go 
Where the little devils have the fun 
Of "stirring up fire" for the Hun. 
Like the duelists that were so bold. 
They died for honor we are told. 
But such honor we surely know. 
Comes from the devil down below. 
He spurs them on, and knows full well 
He'll soon have one or both in hell. 
And he who joins this honor roll 
Is sure to lose his poor, lost soul. 
Yet such honor at times is rife 
Among some youngsters seeking strife, 
They put a chip then on their own shoulder. 
Then they get a little bolder. 
Then they seek to try their might, 
And it ends up in a fight. 
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And if one is beaten blue, 
It is honorable when they get through. 
Such honor as this is far from right, 
Worse than cats or dogs that fight. 
To abstain also is "honor bright", 
So keep out of such a fight. 



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Bravest Hero 

This hero was Coporal Lemon, 
Who was a modern **D'Artagan*'. 
One of the bravest men thus far 
That's come aUve out of the war. 
There were three men so very queer, 
They called each one a "musketeer". 
They all a D. S. C. did wear, 
A Congress medal, and "Croix de Guerre". - 
IVe told you of "Peterson", I suppose, 
Who kicked a German in the nose. — 
One was a painter, the other a clerk, 
Neither one did his duty shirk. 
And each one thought his head was level, 
And each was styled a real "dare-devil", 
Along with them went bravely forth 
Waterhouse and Wigglesworth. 
At all times the enemy had defied. 
Sometimes were fighting side by side. 
When they advanced to Firgu Wood, 
They turned out to be pretty good. 
This company charged the woods so well, 
That many of its soldiers fell. 
The German guns still rattled on, 
At dark was missing Peterson. 
Was gone some time in "No Man's Land," 
Came back with guns and a German band. 
Some others were gone, they did suppose. 
When they counted the others* nose. 
Lemon and Waterhouse, too, were gone, 
The men they did rely upon. 
Waterhouse had lots of fun. 
Came back with prisoners and their gun. 
After he had brought back those men. 
He was missing that night again. 
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Then once more, too, got the Hun, 

Several prisoners, and a gun. 

Again crawled out 'neath the wire there. 

And caught the Boches in their lair. 

He caught the Boches in such a fix. 

And bagged that night just twenty-six. 

Besides a half a dozen guns, 

And there he captured all the Huns. 

Lemon himself had not returned, 

And nothing of him could then be learned. 

A long time absent, had not been slack, 

Near fifty Boches he brought back. 

And made also the desperate Hun 

Carry back his own machine gun, 

Had killed the gunners, silenced the gun, 

And back with the prisoners he did come. 

After that he also knocked them out, 

By going in another dug-out. 

Wrecked also many a machine gun's nest. 

And of the Boches got the rest. 

Took all those by doing his best. 

And of him you'll know the rest. 

So his company did there advance, 

As he'd taken a fearful chance. 

A few days later were stopped again. 

Then started out those two brave men; 

They wished to open the way again, 

And took with them a squad of men. 

They went along as they did before, 

And captured two machine guns more. 

And would have got a field-piece soon, 

Were it not for one of their platoon. 

When one of them, an excited one, 

So badly scared discharged his gun. 

Then came the fighting October 9, 

When Wigglesworth did lead the line. 

This is the time during the war. 

He got D. S. C. and Croix de Guerre. 

Leading his men he did his best, 

And had to face a machine gun nest. 

Lest they should run there helter skelter, 

He got his men there under shelter. 

Then he crawled forward and got two men, 

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And brought more prisoners back again. 

And silenced also, by the way, 

Several pieces of artillery. 

The next day Lemon had a chance, 

And with his squad he did advance. 

Wrecking a gun so it could not shell, 

Took some machine guns "hotter'n hell". 

So Lemon left his men in shelter, 

While the Boches he did pelter. 

Capturing a field-piece once again, 

Killed the gunners and artillerymen. 

So on his breast does Lemon wear * 

More decorations than his captain there. 

Besides "Legion of Honor and Croix de Guerre", 

A ''Congressional medal" he does wear. 

*'No braver man walks," says his command, 

"Got the Tennessee bird faded for sand." 

"Me a hero," says Lemon, "that's a bluff, 

Nix upon the hero stuff. 

I'm just a painter, want a job to-day. 

These medals, what are they anyway? 

I went over there, expecting to fight, 

And did my best to help all right." 



So the Boches found this Lemon sour, 
By getting so many in his power. 
And by his desperate charges made. 
They didn't wish more lemonade. 
We think they soon did turn about. 
And take a little more "sauer kraut". 
And live a little more at their ease 
On "limberger or smeercase cheese." 
And as they lived in their dugout. 
Could lemonade get along without. 



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A Modest Hero 

This same Lemon from three stations 

Got valor medals from three nations, 

Just returned from France, where he was sent 

With the 132d regiment. 

By following him around the house, 

They heard some gingling in his blouse. 

After waiting long to ask did dare, 

He said he'd get them "over there". 

Awful nice people the French — many worse, 

And the English, too, of course. 

Congress is real decent, too. 

Grateful for anything you do. 

'Tis funny how such a difference is 

About anything such as this. 

"When I was a painter, by the way, 

I received no medals, the other day 

If I went out to help a mate 

Or any one to accommodate." 

With little interest did Corporal Lemon 

Exploit his medals of glory won. 

Which many a man seeks to obtain 

To get himself a glorious name. 

"This one, if you wish to know," said he, 

"Is the one Congress gave to me. 

Is called the 'Congress medal of Honor'. 

United States Congress was the donor; 

And this is one I got from France, 

As against the Boches I did advance. 

France of this one is the donor 

They call it also 'Legion of Honor*. 

I never saw one like this; am at a loss, 

The British call it 'Victoria Cross'. 

Oh yes, I have another here. 

They call this the 'Croix de Guerre'. 

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This other is the 'medal Milltare', 

That I got, too, over there." 

Then put them back and looks aloft, 

Lest he seems to be showing off; 

Keeps them in his blouse or in his vest, 

Has no place upon his breast. 

"And you know 'twould funny be, 

To have these medals all over me." 

Is asked, why don't you show them anyway? 

He'll start for home and this will say: 

"In this pocket some medals here I've got, 

Because just like the rest I fought. 

And done my duty just as I ought.'* 

When we read the record, now the war is done, 

We find how he these medals won. 

This bachelor painter of Chicago, 

Through a barrage did bravely go, 

Put, too, machine guns out of the fight. 

Captured or killed their crews outright; 

Went on farther, took another gun. 

And killed the gunners every one ; 

Then took possession of that gun, 

And shot and made the "Boches" run. 

Yet about his bravery he was mum. 

Early in his career, they state. 

Lemon was only a mere private, 

But afterwards a corporal was made, 

For going in a dugout on a raid ; 

And after he had been some time there. 

Brought out fourteen Huns and an officer. 

He'll be in his painter overalls soon, 

And for him you must find some room. 

For such a brave and modest hero. 

Ought to be helped by all, you know. 

For many men who glory gain. 

Will show their medals all the same; 

But many men well-known to fame, 

Have been modest and very plain. 

It is the vain man that does boast. 

And seek the homage of the host. 

But we'd rather see a humble man, 

That has the "medals", lead the van. 

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For most men who do them obtain, 
Are apt to be very proud and vain. 
So, boys, if you do medals win, 
Do not crow and always grin. 
For folks will think still more of you, 
You'll get along much better, too. 



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Five German Spies 

General French's officer of staff 

Tells a story that will make you laugh : 

As I was riding near Poperingbe, 

Four mounted Gendarmes I did see 

In the dreary place that I was at. 

I thought I'd like to take a chat, 

And just put spurs into my mare, 

And in a short time I was there. 

As I got almost over to them, 

I saw an officer with four men. 

"Aha, a prisoner, my men, 

Don't let him get away again." 

*'Yes, Monsieur, but didn't catch him," 

Said the officer without a grin. 

"Where did you get him anyhow?" 

"Mustn't say. Monsieur, just now." 

I laughed, had an instructive chat. 

Little knowing what they were at. 

What a typical Gendarme brigadier ! 

"A big 'bluffisted' person. Monsieur." 

I gave him a drink out of my flask, 

And he did many questions ask. 

The prisoner was haughty — I'm a hog, 

The brigadier called him a "dirty dog". 

British guns were coming close that way. 

So to talk I could not stay. 

As I left them there went like a streak, 

Did not see them for many a week. 

At a certain place near LaBasse again, 

I met this captain with his men. 

My car had failed me as before, 

I started to get it fixed once more. 

And there seemed to be no need of alarm. 

As I met again this French Gendarme. 

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They had a prisoner that was worse, 
Not the very same one, of course. 
The brigadier general saluted, I may say; 
I said, ''You seem to have good iuck to-day." 
"I do not call it luck, going this way, 
I'd rather examine horses anyway." 
''Monsieur, you have a lot to see 
In this devastated country. 
Your prisoner looks worse than that one. 
But I'll not ask you from whence he come. 
Nor ask you where you are going with him." 
Then all begin to laugh and grin. 
Notwithstanding, as I looked about 
All of them were most played out. 
"Yes, we have a tough time and little sleep. 
As our vigils we have to keep ; 
And sometimes as we're moving on. 
We don't get much, if any, luncheon." 
So I thought they were so very good, 
I'd give the fellows a little food. 
The prisoner seemed to mourn his fate, 
As he saw the food and chocolate. 
But when he noticed my attitude 
He assumed a different platitude. 
I addressed him in German, by the way. 
He answered, "Sir, I've nothing to say." 
"Why does he talk so, 'nothing to say'. 
It's against the law here anyway." 
I said, "He looks hungry, by the way. 
He ought to have something to eat to-day." 
"What if he does, or even make a fuss, 
He shall not have a thing from us." 
"German prisoner and officers, too. 
Are an amusing set if you take them through. 
This officer belongs to such a ring, * 
And is always wanting something. 
Every hour or so, what do you think, 
He wants a rest or else a drink. 
By the way. Monsieur, may I ask you 
If I can do anything for you, too?'* 
"Yes, my chauffeur was shot so soon. 
Which is the best way to Bethune? 
This road is bad, and I've been compelled 
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To go over that so badly shelled." 
"The other road I know is fine, 
You'll find it better all the time." 
He wished me luck, this wily kid, 
But I never dreamt his object hid. 
"Nice fellows, those gendarmes, I say," 
Said my man as he rode away. 
"But they don't look so bad, only a little poor, 
How will we look in three months more?" 
As we turned around, looked to the rear 
Saw him saluting, which seemed queer. 
The last thing of him that I did see, 
Raised his hand high and shouted "Merci!" 
Now let me take you to Ameins, 
To show those Germans fiendish ends. 
Though he was so kind and bid us good-bye 
He was a deceitful German spy; 
And though so wily and had such snap, 
At last was caught in his own trap. 
About ten weeks in the woods again 
I met this German and his men. 
I was there happy as I could be, 
As till next morning I was free. 
And while there the trees among 
I began to sing a song. 
Then suddenly broken was the spell, 
As my horse stumbled and fell ; 
My first horse killed there by a shell ; 
This poor one did not do so well. 
The shock was hard on this poor beast. 
So I let him graze awhile at least. 
So I picked some flowers as I went along, 
And then did not keep up my song. 
As through the woods I roamed alone. 
To get some flowers to send back home. 
When I went off quite a long way, 
I heard some voices, I may say. 
Knelt down, crept forward still as death, 
With utmost caution held my breath. 
At length I got so near to them, 
I perceived their language was German. 
There were five men upon the ground, 
With bottles and food before them found. 
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At some distance, too, four horses grazed, 

I was horror struck and amazed. 

I never felt such great emotion, 

These were the Gendarmes, to my notion. 

Though from them a good ways apart, 

I thought they'd hear my beating heart. 

They were discussing in silence there 

Where they should go from this their lair. 

I was so struck as there did linger, 

That I could not raise a finger. 

Even if my life depended on it, 

Like one taken in a fit. 

And I almost lost my grit. 

But I finally came round to it. 

This may seem a little queer. 

But right there lay that brigadier; 

And the gendarmes also in blue. 

And their prisoner with them, too. 

Why should I not express surprise, 

When I saw these German spies? 

And then did realize my fears. 

They'd been in France for several years. 

Every man a prisoner in his turn, 

As they wore German uniform. 

They'd learned our actions as 'round they went. 

And to the Hun all news they sent. 

Must have got their food from folks, all right, 

Or stole it in the dark of night. 

They must have sent their signals far. 

To reach the German lines of war. 

And many times while going about, 

They must have gone their food without. 

Enduring the nerve-racking 'mid the strife, 

And the fear of losing life. 

Yet for their country for many months 

Endured fatigue and bore the brunts. 

And knowing well if caught in the strife, 

Would pay for it with their dear life. 

I could not withhold my admiration 

For these "dare devils" obduration. 

While I was there, still lying low, 

The brigadier said, "Let's up and go!'* 

This stopped my being very mum, 

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The time for action now had come. 

I flashed my gun as out I got, 

And shouted quickly, "All hands up!'* 

As I flashed my weapon there on my game, 

They knew that all was up the same. 

They surrendered, too, as you may know, 

And to courtmartial they did go ; 

But of everything they knew so well, 

Not a single thing they'd really tell. 

But after those Germans spies were caught. 

They were tried and also shot. 

They had been taken by surprise, 

And at last did lose their lives. 



Though they were brave and strong also, 

Spying is counted wrong, you know. 

Though in their opinions it might seem right 

To help their comrades in the fight. 

The information they gave, you see, 

Is very bad for the enemy. 

For by the information of a spy. 

Many soldiers more may die. 

As they know much better then, 

How to attack and kill the men. 

So whenever a spy is ever caught 

He is sentenced to be shot. 



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Pershing's Sword 

Possibly you all h^e heard 

Of General Pershing's gold-hilt sword, 

The Mayor of London did present 

As a grateful acknowledgment 

Of the part he'd taken before 

In the great and cruel war. 

Typical of the sword he had in hand 

When he fought with the Allies grand, 

And like the sword of "Bunker Hill", 

It does fight for freedom still. 

It went over to fight for right 

As against the Germans might, 

And it never would retreat 

Till the enemy it beat. 

They were taken by surprise 

When it joined the grand Allies, 

In favor of the government. 

The mayor this sword did present, 

This sword of honor did he receive, 

And the "freedom of London" did retrieve. 

It was presented in Guild Hall 

'Mid many generals great and small. 

Many guilds and older men serene, 

In all their guilded robes were seen. 

At first he went into the yard 

And inspected the fine guard, 

Then greeted the mayor and mayoress, 

Then gave them a short address. 

After presented this sword of honor 

Of which the mayor was the donor. 

This handsome sword we're also told 

Is mounted with jewels and hilt of gold. 

The reproduction of the pattern, they say. 

Used "over there" by U. S. A. 

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Has Britannia on one side of the sword, 

On the other "Liberty" is the word, 

Arms of U. S. there on the band, 

The arms of London on the other hand. 

A monogram in rubies and diamonds below, 

And the American coat of arms, also, 

And the enamel top is engraved at that, 

With ''Stars and Stripes" and "Union Jack". 

On the other side displayed the names 

Of all his battles and campaigns. 

The decoration of a Bath Knight so grand, 

Appears also on the lower hand. 

The United Kingdom is also seen, 

The Rose, the Thistle, and Shamrock green. 

The scabbard of leather, we are told, 

The hilt and bands of solid gold, 

The inscription on this sword, you see, 

"Presented to John J. Pershing, G. C. B., 

Presented by the corporation of London 

In commemoration of the battles won. 

Commander-in-chief of the American force, 

For services rendered that we endorse. 

And for lending to Britain a helping hand 

To establish freedom in the land." 



Did you ever see or ever heard 

Of so much upon a sword? 

It takes the English to make a sword. 

And they are the ones to keep their word, 

Not like the Hun cut up a caper. 

And treat it as a "scrap of paper". 

And the English the sword did use 

Because the "treaty" they did abuse. 

Pershing answered the best he could : 

"We wished to fight with our brothers in blood. 

Where courage and aggression has inspired. 

And whose tenacity we admired. 

We are ready also to bear the brunt 

On any part of the western front. 

And did the Hun greatly surprise. 

By joining with our grand Allies. 

For we drove the audacious enemy back 

By all of our combined attack. 

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Those associations begun upon the Rhine 

Will be lasting through all time. 

The only way to prevent future war, 

It seems to me, must go thus far. 

The Anglo-Saxon race in mind and heart 

Must united be, not stand apart. 

So let this sword now in my hand 

Be a symbol of a freeman's land, 

That in the future will do away 

With all oppression and autocracy." 



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Pershing's Reception 

When the war was really won, 
Pershing came to Washington. 
Not only there did they celebrate, 
But had Pershing roads in every State. 
So now as we go along the way, 
We are reminded of this victory, 
That a lesson we may learn, 
And never again to war return. 
But in Washington the folks were bent 
On paying him a compliment. 
He was welcomed in New York, too. 
But they thought it would hardly do 
Unless they celebrated also, too. 
Had a celebration in grand state 
By the representatives and Senate, 
Which voted him a vote of thanks 
For his great accomplishments. 
Such a thing never known before. 
Even in our Civil War. 
After with Congress he had met. 
They had, too, a great banquet. 
Then he marched along the street. 
That the people he might greet. 
As thousands did the columns swell 
To welcome home the general. 
After they had had a great parade, 
And the speeches all were made. 
And they passed away the hours. 
And decorated him with flowers. 
After this ceremony was complete 
And the flowers lay in the street. 
As the general rode along 
Something then surprised the throng. 
As the general was riding by. 
He quickly from his horse did fly, 
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The horse did on the flowers shde, 
And threw Pershing over his side. 
As his horse had so suddenly stopped ^ 
Towards the ground he quickly dropped ; 
But as he was going over his head, 
Held tightly to the reins, 'tis said, 
Or he would not at all have stopped, 
But to the ground he would have flopped. 
And as there to the ground did drop, 
Might have been killed on the sidewalk. 
And possibly after his great victory. 
It might have ended in tragedy. 
And after escaping across the foam. 
Might have met his death at home. 
Right in the height of glory, you see, 
Celebrating his great victory. 

Moral 

So we can hardly ever tell 

When things seem to go so well, 

And we're celebrating, as was he, 

A great and glorious victory, 

When the end may really come. 

Though a victory we have won. 

But we should all our duty do, 

No matter what we may go through, 

And then when we are called away. 

We shall be ready for that day. 

And a great welcome we shall share 

In that city over there. 

And may have a greater reception 

Than he had at Washington, 

As we to that city come 

And hear the plaudit there, "Well done". 



We were thrown in a similar way > 
Out in Oregon one day; 
Not exactly on flowers spread, 
But in a mountain stream instead. , 

The water swift the stones it took, 
And washed them smooth there in the brook. 
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As my horse stepped in, he shpped instead, 

And I went then clean over his head. 

It might have caused a Httle laughter, 

If you had seen me a httle after. 

But quickly I got out of that, 

Looking just like a drowned rat; 

Dried myself and went on my way, 

Looked out better another day. 

For as we rode along our way, 

We crossed that stream twenty times that day. 

Thus from my saddle I was sent, 

In my trip around this continent, 

Which I may also put in rhyme. 

And give you at a future time. 



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Bogus Hero 

As WE the star of this hero trace, 

It shines with a peculiar grace. 

This noble hero was James Fracasse, 

Who found himself in sad disgrace. 

For his "shrapnel-punctured patient spiels", 

Received good quarters, and good meals; 

Until at length got in a whirl 

With a nice Chicago girl, 

And wished no more to live alone, 

Was going to make himself a home. 

With his "Croix de Guerre" is also said, 

Honor, citation, and crippled leg 

The intelligence department for him went, 

And on him made a quick descent. 

Wondered why he hadn't a uniform, 

With a marine corporal chevron. 

They went down there on south Wall Street, 

There James Fracasse they did meet. 

Of the house occupied a part. 

Was living there with his sweetheart. 

After quizzing him so very much, 

They learned about his hero crutch, 

His "wounds", "medals", "chevron", and all, 

Then Jimmy Fracasse had a fall. 

He did not want to answer all, 

For they were bogus, great and small, 

And here they had a real good chance 

To learn he'd never been in France. 

And by the story he relates, 

Was a deserter in the United States. 

He was a runaway, it seems, 

Once in the navy of marines. 

"Yes," he said, as they did him sound, 

"I'm one of those bogus boys around. 

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My folks are in New York as yet, 

My mother's name is Antoinette. 

I, myself, am about eighteen, 

My brothers are in the army seen. 

One in America living at ease, 

The others now are overseas. 

I enlisted at Easter, 1918, 

About New York was often seen. 

Was in Rhode Island quite a while, 

Conveying boats for many a mile. 

Then they signed the armistice. 

That the war was going to cease. 

Then to the Great Lakes I did go. 

And got a leave for Chicago. 

First one I met was the girl Margaret, 

My sixteen dollars she did get. 

I stayed around some time at that. 

Until I hated to go back. 

Stuck around Chicago, was not caught, 

Then this army uniform bought. 

I got it from some other "fellers". 

And paid for it about five dollars. 

And nobody cared or even heard. 

So bought this ''Legion Honor" cord. 

These other ribbons and this citation 

Are quite befitting to my station. 

Then also I did another thing, 

Tied up my hand in a splint and sling. 

Then at last I did too much, 

Wrapped up my leg and got a crutch. 

Many people did I impose upon. 

And got enough to get along. 

I met Miss Wilson 'bout a month ago. 

She is a very nice girl, you know. 

She got a license, cut up no caper, 

We had our pictures in the paper. 

But often since I'm in this row, 

I wish somebody would shoot me now. 

It's tough on a girl that's fine and straight, 

I hope that she will for me wait. 

I hardly know what I was about, 

I hope she'll wait till I get out." 

Miss Wilson, heartbroken and badly battered, 

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All her future hopes were shattered, 

Saying, ^'Oh! this is more than I can stand, 

My father will not shake my hand. 

My father and brother made me leave home, 

Now I must wander around alone. 

When I got there this license too, 

They opposed me marrying you, 

And now I don't know what to do. 

Thought him all right; sorry for him, too; 

Maybe he'll make good; can't you for him speak? 

We were to be married in a week." 

Jimmy had worn a splint, and did confess 

His right hand was almost useless. 

He had had it tied up too so long. 

The ligaments were most unstrung. 

His leg had been strapped up so long, 

Will take a good while to get strong. 



So you see the bad outcome 

Of this bogus hero bum, 

And what trouble to this girl he brought, 

And mischief on himself he wrought. 

So we see wherever we go, 

Youngsters "reap" whate'er they "sow". 

But if they choose the honest way, 

They will surely get their pay. 

So, young men, go not astray, 

You'll find it still the better way, 

For whate'er you may be about, 

"Be sure your sin will find you out." 

But if you play aright your part, 

You will get a real good start; 

But if the wrong way you do go, 

"You will reap what you do sow." 



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Austria 

The country of Austria, near and far, 

Is blamed for this gigantic war. 

Had she not Serbia annoyed, 

She herself would not be destroyed. 

But in this matter, as in the past, 

She went for things a little fast. 

Though it may be true, as facts are found, 

For her complaint there was some ground. 

This war began, to tell the truth, 

By a foolish Serbian youth. 

His name was Gabrilo Prinzip, 

'Round with a pistol he did slip. 

In this tragedy he was caught. 

After the archduke he had shot. 

He with pistol there in hand, 

Shot Duke Francis Ferdinand, 

Who was the heir to the Austrian throne, 

And in Serbia, away from home. 

Who through Saravajo did ride. 

With his wife there by his side. 

Both of them to death were brought, 

By this Serbian's pistol shot. 

Just before he had escaped a bomb, 

Now to death he did succumb. 

They were shot by a young Serb, 

Who could not his temper curb. 

In this plot seemed many others, 

Serbian folks, his friends, and brothers. 

It seems to have been a Serbian plot, 

And many were to trial brought. 

For it made the Serbians mad. 

That Austria Herzegovina had, 

And some cherished projects had the Duke, 

That they thought they would rebuke. 

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For Austria did Serbia deride, 
Was quitehaughty in her pride, 
And claimed that Serbia by the way, 
Wanted the Bosnian land, they say, 
And as far as the assassination went. 
Blamed the Serbian Government. 
And made of her an exorbitant demand. 
That Serbia thought she could not stand. 
And only gave her just two days. 
That she might amend her ways. 
That was only just forty-eight hours, 
No time had she to consult the "Powers". 
Serbia had these orders to obey, 
Many of them she did that day. 
But as she thought them quite unjust. 
Thought she would in Russia trust, 
For both were of the Slavic race, 
One might take the other's place. 
She sent to Russia to see what she'd do. 
Then all the Powers got in it, too. 
The Powers, England, France, and Italy, 
At least wished to see fair play, 
So it was suggested by Earl Gray 
To have a conference anyway. 
This was rejected by Germany, 
Who sided, too, with Austria. 
Then they did all that they could. 
And drenched the world with human blood, 
In which ten million men were lost, 
And one hundred billion was the cost. 
These nations did their lusts fulfill, 
And will be held responsible. 
And both are reaping now, to-day, 
What they sowed then anyway. 
Austria has been cut up, they say, 
And has a billion dollars to pay; 
Germany twenty billions to pay, 
For her great war indemnity. 
Austria thought she was great and grand, 
Ran over nations and took their land, 
In order that she might more control, 
Having no conscience or no soul. 
Who at one time was not content, 
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Unless master of the continent. 
And Russia, England, and also France 
Had to stop her swift advance, 
For at that time she did aspire 
To be the "Holy Roman Empire", 
Though at one time she was made to hark 
By Napoleon and Bismarck. 
No more "Augustus Romanorum" 
But by her enemies overcome 
Of this empire that was so grand, 
Remains King Karl, in Switzerland, 
While Francis Joseph who war did cry, 
Before it ended had to die. 
Austria now is, to say the least, 
Like Belshazzar at his feast, 
While to her all deference granting, 
"Weighed in the balance and found wanting." 
And as with Belshazzar in that day. 
Her kingdoms, too, are taken away. 
And they never will again come back, 
Jugo, Bohemia, and Czecho-Slovak. 
And poor old Hungary is taken off, too. 
Is separated now, and feels so blue. 
It was said when she did so aspire, 
'Twould be the end of her empire. 
Now her peoples leave her with zest, 
Poles, Zechs, and all the rest. 
And she gets back just what she paid. 
And of these nations is afraid. 
And she has become, too, of late. 
About the size of a common state. 
Out of fifty million owned the other day, 
About forty million is taken away. 
Four millions were of German blood. 
Six is Austrian, 'tis understood. 
The Royal family, so relied upon. 
Have all vanished, and are gone, 
Honor, prosperity, country gone. 
All that she relied upon. 
Now of the Hun, on whom they relied. 
They ought to be well satisfied. 
At least the Council at Paris, though she was weak 
Said the Hun she should not seek, 
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And if they joined in company, 

A great deal more would have to pay. 

So now this country that was so grand, 

Is simply a little state, inland. 

Shut out from hope, shut off from sea, 

From the world's respect, to infamy. 

And all these burdens have to bear. 

Because she was not just and fair. 

Thus Austria and the Serbian lad 

Got their pay for getting bad, 

For this youth who did the law defy, 

Was arrested and had to die, 

Though he was probably in this plot 

For the money that he got. 

And Austria, this proud nation, too, 

Now is almost starving too, 

She has got more than she can do — 

See my poem on retribution too — 

So we see where'er we go 

Nations "reap what they do sow." 



So young folks, too, should not be rash, 

Even for a little cash. 

Or go wrong or any shoot, 

Or they'll get their pay, to boot. 

And many think they are really great 

As around their pistols take. 

But they make a great mistake, 

For folks do them more underrate. 

If you want them to think much of, too. 

Be just and right in all you do, 

Or like Austria you may come to grief, 

And at last find no relief. 



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Hungary 

Hungary at one time did aspire 

To get away from the Empire, 

But now of some things a little shy, 

Since certain things she did decry. . 

She's mostly composed of Magyar stock, 

But lately under Bolsheviki brought. 

Though she claims she's in the list 

Of the national communist, 

When she was in the Austrian Empire, 

To greater things she did aspire, 

But the capital, Budapest, is so low. 

It's pretty hard to make it go. 

It makes the peasants outside sick. 

To see so much of the Bolshevik, 

How 'twill come out 'tis hard to tell. 

But they make for it almost a hell. 

They are no better, if quite so well, 

Since Emperor Carl they did expell. 

Hungary a fair country is, they say. 

If a right government had its way. 

The country is prosperous in the main, 

As they raise there lots of grain. 

But quite a difference did obtain, 

When Austria got in trouble again. 

But the way it is going along to-day. 

Will go to destruction an3rway. 

Is a good deal worse than it was before, 

Kind of a mixed up mess, or more. 

Before the war did pretty well. 

Now a different tale does tell 

As the cruel mobs do rise and swell, 

It means almost a very hell. 

Hungary the Allies did divide, 

To Roumania and the Slavs outside. 

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This stirred up a little ire, 

Leaving her a small empire. 

Only sixty thousand square miles of late, 

Since her size they did abate, 

About eight million only there. 

Composed mostly of Magyar. 

So Hungary will be very small, 

Reduced like Austria, that is all, 

And blames Austria for her fall. 

It is said Hungarian noblemen 

Are reduced to paupers now again. 

For they are either robbed or slain 

By the communists there, who reign. 

One spent many a million crown. 

Was so reduced and taken down, - 

Was so restricted and did so wilt, 

Asked an American for a can of milk. 

There are few vegetables and little meat, 

And of course very little to eat. 

The rich young ladies of Hungary 

Are marrying Americans, they say. 

By becoming wives of a foreign nation, 

They are exempt from all taxation. 

So they marry Americans, they say. 

To get away from Hungary. 

Some of the middle class that leave. 

Do roll their money up their sleeve, 

Of late it has been ruled by Bela Kun, 

Who seeks the government to run. 

They overthrew Count Karolyl, 

And try to run the country still. 

They claim they got into the fight, 

Because it was not divided right. 

So they got in a bad alTray 

With their neighbor, Roumania, 

And Roumania is, as you see, 

Upheld by the "Entente", 

And these communists who there combine, 

Will run out in a little time, 

And whether they go there, fast or slow. 

Their wicked rule will have to go. 

Bolshevik Russia promised them aid, 

But Roumania more progress made, 

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And we hear, with little help, 

Have dethroned this noxious whelp. 

Of the Entente they were sick, 

And just styled it "capitalistic". 

But it is capitalistic enough we think, 

This communist clique to sink, 

And the peasants, too, though all outside, 

Do this government deride. 

As no factories there are remaining, 

Other's clothes, too, they are claiming. 

From the middle class, the Bourgeoisie, 

To make clothes for the "red army'\ 

But they are so very low, they say, 

They can not pay their indemnity, 

But we think they may be won, 

Now they're rid of Bela Kun, 

And will get around in time, 

After they the treaty sign. 



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Germany 

"German Kultur'* 

One should know their enemy 

When they're fighting Germany. 

To conquer the world she felt so sure, 

And sought to spread her famed "Kultur". 

You've probably heard sometime before 

About the spreading of this "Kultur". 

In order to make it better known, 

We write for you this little poem. 

That as weVe been with her to war, 

You may spread it near and far. 

We'll take the facts from their own pen, 

Written especially, too, for them. 

At first they claimed that "might is right", 

As wild beasts do, too, when they fight. 

And they claim to be cultured, too. 

So let us see what they did do. 

For we can say, to say the least. 

They partake of the nature of the beast. 

And when this poem we do get through, 

Will know what are their virtues, too. 

And that this "Kultur" best does suit 

The angry, and the cruel" brute. 

Look at Hindenburg, see his nature, 

The type of a real German creature. 

Is there any sign of kindness there? 

Like a lion in his lair. 

Cunning, vengeance, and even hate, 

There's no mercy in his pate. 

The "fierce, low glint there in his eyes", 

That will take you by surprise. 

How much, too, like the beast, 'tis said, 

Is the bull neck and bull head. 

With "great ferocity in his eyes", 

That from evil passions rise, 

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And those heavy, firm-set jaws, 
Like a lion on his paws, 
And this destructive genius says this too, 
"I've the right what I've the power to do." 
Of such the German Niezsch did say, 
"In him lurks the wild beast of prey". 
Then next, look at the German Kaiser, 
Who thinks he is a little wiser. 
And it was his intention, too. 
To spread his "Kultur" this world through. 
The "hard, cold gaze of this godless prince". 
Do you admire him at a glimpse? 
Even the women of high station 
Held him in horror and destation 
Who have disliked him ever since 
He despoiled them and made them whince. 
As one has said he had in turn 
Proved to be an "Attila born", 
Cold, selfish, cruel, and long since 
Devoid of virtue and conscience. 
Who has done all that he could 
To drench the world in human blood. 
And caused such misery and pain, 
Many billions suffer ten million slain. 
Yet this tyrant who the world defied, 
Said he was with God allied, 
*T am the Almighty's, I am his sword. 
Woe to all who oppose my word!" 
Instead of like the Master doing good. 
Drenches the world with human blood. 
His photo is the picture of evil. 
And looks a good deal like the devil — 
Who, instead of God, they say. 
Helped him on his wicked way. — 
Look again at LudendorfT, 
Who proved himself of little worth. 
But not only what the leaders say. 
Look at German philosophy, 
"What's the use of excuses," says Hardin, 
"We willed this war, we knew we'd win." 
Seyen hundred war books, it may seem queer. 
Were published in Germany in one year. 
Brute force also, and great conquest, 
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They thought also to be the best. 

Their vicious doctrines taught so long, 

The people thought they were not wrong. 

As they had little opinion of their own, 

Were dominated by the throne. 

Until such barbarous doctrines cease, 

There can not be a permanent peace. 

And Germans must be treated so, 

Like any highway desperado. 

The Germans proper are the least, 

The Prussian Germans are the "beast", 

For the Prussian, too, has been the one 

That has his neighbors pounced upon. 

We will give you here again, 

Some opinions of German men : 

"Prussians are cruel by nature", Goethe said, 

"Civilization will make them mad". 

"Prussian nature is stupid," too, said Heine, 

"Science has made them wicked, in time. 

Deep in the nature of those races, they say, 

Is the "wild beast" seeking for prey. 

This is the fierce beast, they say. 

In search of booty and victory. 

"The German is a hero born to strife. 

Can hack and hew his way through life. 

A policy of sentiment is vanity, 

Idiocy, enthusiasm, for humanity. 

Nations wrong or nations right 

Amount to nothing in a fight. 

Hail now! Germany, arm thyself with steel. 

Pierce the bayonet, no matter how they feel, 

Take no prisoners as you go. 

Turn to desert lands the foe". 

"The savage strain of the jungle law. 

Makes might right with fang and claw." 

For him who has the power and feels prepared. 

Cut the knot! "Let not the sword be spared!" 

What does right matter to me or you? 

"I have the right what I've the power to do." 

Might, indeed, is the supreme right. 

And is decided by the fight. 

"The Germans, too, are always right," 

Having eighty million souls to fight. 

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"Woe and death to those who oppose my will, 
And heed not my mission, still!" 
The Germans in their desperation, 
"Can take any land for cultivation." 
Still we could define yet more and more, 
And state the effects of this "Kultur": 
"War must leave nothing but eyes that weep, 
Modesty on our part we must not seek. 
This would be madness, our course would block, 
The best should displace the lower stock. 
Let us organize and coerce them, for 
- This is one of the tasks of war." 
"Every great people," was Wagner's word, 
"Must expel others by the sword. 
Terrorism is really a gentle procedure. 
This our enemies must endure. 
Better a hundred women and children die. 
Than one soldier down should He. 
Germany is destined to rule the earth, 
Other nations of little worth. 
It's for the advancement of the state, 
No matter what may be their fate. 
Starvation may be a certainty. 
But it will better Germany. 
The Poland country is very rich. 
Throw its people in the ditch, 
Or remove the able-bodied Pole, 
And take their country as a whole. 
And then when they have gone away. 
We'll send the people of Germany. 
And this may well you, too, convince. 
And make of it a Hun province. 
When they at length are taken away, 
Exchanged for men of Germany. 
The simple fact is, the Hun willed it. 
And done at length as he saw fit. 
If the country suffers, it's for the best, 
Should be the sentiment of the rest, 
And the heroes that lead us to glory, 
Will tell at last the German story. 
'Kultur' builds its cathedrals on tears. 
And hills of corpses through the years." 
Then as we follow this "wild beast", 

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He delights in torture to say the least. — 
It is only, too, a savage nature 
That delights itself in torture. 
When the Lusitania went down, 
Did they smile or did they frown? 
The Germans did not frown a bit, 
Struck a medal to celebrate it. 
For they who did the cruel deed, 
The Germans have an honor creed. 
Such glorious deeds in their annals shine, 
Praised even by a great divine. 
* Whoever can not on himself prevail, 
And this disaster does bewail, 
And in it does not take delight, 
Him we judge to be not right". 
Hatred, rapacity, and delight 
Finds expression in their fight. 
Think of the "officers and gentlemen" 
When the Belgium Prince went down, 
Taking lifeboats and belts from them, 
Then submerging all the men. 
Not only do leaders do their will. 
But the soldier does theirs fulfill. 
And orders for cruelty, they say. 
Were given before they went away. 
*'Use your weapons in such a way," 
The Kaiser to his troops did say, 
*'That for a thousand years to come 
You'll be terrible as Attila's Hun". — 
Charity in war has no place for me, 
In our hearts this we must see. 
The true soldier as along he goes. 
Must be hard upon his foes. 
The brutal incidents and insult, 
Must give way to the main result. 
Our country, too, by military ''Kultur" 
Reached a height unknown before; 
With methods of peaceful development, 
With these we should not be content". 
*'Kultur" is another name, of course, 
For sceintific barbarism and brute force. 
Contempt for peace is not a joke, 
According to the Hun, Von Molke. 

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"Perpetual peace is but a dream, 

War instituted by God, 'tis seen. 

War is the father of everything '' 

Still the father of the German ring, 

"We must have peace as a means of war, 

A short peace better than a long before. 

"War is a sacred thing all right, 

For us the hour will one day strike. 

Deep in the German heart — 'tis truth, 

Joy and enduring war for youth. 

War is the source of all good growth, 

To go to it we are not loath." 

Is there anything here that suggests again, 

"Peace on earth and good-will to men?" 

Thus in Germany is seen 

Desire for war, pillage, rapine. 

Thus with the Moslem in accord, 

Who also conquers with the sword. 

And got them into fighting too, 

To do just as the Germans do. 

Instead as the good book says, deal fair, 

"Beat your sword into a plowshare. 

Is it surprising then, as we have heard 

They call the Kaiser their 'War Lord'?" 

Instead of the lowly Prince of Peace, 

Who came that war and strife might cease. 

"Let us laugh at the old women also. 

Who claim that war is bad, you know. 

No war is beautiful, it leads the van, 

Grand, it elevates the heart of man. 

Our people's obligations, upon my word, 

Can only be accomplished by the sword. 

Only in war is true herosim and true worth, 

A holy thing, the holiest thing on earth. 

This appeal to arms will always last. 

In the future as in the past. 

When we've forgotten to wage war. 

We must neglect our grand Kultur. 

The Hun must not be really sung 

Into the lullabies of the Eutopian. 

We know but one — 'Old Kant' — did whine, 

Who wanted peace all of the time. 

We must not look to be free from war, 

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Heaven has kept us from that so far. 

We can not get along war without, 

Therefore it must come about." 

As some claim in the brute creation, ^ 

The "survival of the fittest" nation, 

So the ''fittest", according to the German Lord, 

Is he that conquers by the sword. 

In contrast to God's holy word, 

''They who take perish by the sword". 

And this desire they did not shirk, 

But went at it with the old Turk, 

And Kaiser in his proclamation. 

Declared for German domination. 

"The triumph of Germany at this writing, 

Is the end for which we're fighting." 

And America I also hate, 

"From whom I will no nonsense take." 

Not only Alsace and Loraine, 

But all the world must be German. 

" 'Tis not for humanity, but for conquest 

We are fighting in the West. 

Developing people can not stand the strain, 

So war with us must still remain." 

"We are the chief people of the world. 

Our spiritual impulse must be unfurled." 

"She has the right according to her need, 

And she can and will succeed." 

They forced the attack on Serbia, too. 

Though 'twould cause a world war, they knew. 

Business men were asked to help in the main, 

For the big indemnity they would gain. 

The Kaiser ready for war at the time, 

"They'll get bonuses, too," said Wagenhein. 

This greater Germany is supposed to be 

From far India to the North Sea, 

And then in her exalted station 

Would dominate over every nation. 

"We are the salt of the earth," just now the same 

The Teutonic nation will remain. 

"Who does not brook this Idea will sorrow. 

Should bury himself In his grave to-morrow." 

Thus much like God's chosen people of old, 

This German people is very bold. 

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Think they're made of superior clay, 

And claim exclusive right of way. 

So if there's to be a lasting peace, 

This lofty *'Kultur" must surely cease. 

Such Kultur is to slay and kill, 

And execute their selfish will. 

All national agreements but a taper, 

International treaties ''a scrap of paper". 

Great questions settled by "iron and blood", 

Not by arbitration, as they should. 

"The army and I belong together, 

Thus we were born, too, for each other". 

Not only this did Bismarck say, 

The Kaiser says such things to-day. 

"We will not from these nations turn. 

And to war we all were born. 

The people should me hold in awe. 

For my will is the highest law. 

Looking upon myself as God's instrument," 

I pay no regard to their consent. 

It matters not what the people say, 

"My only pillar is the army." 

"I will welcome those who help me work, 

But crush those who duty shirk. 

We will conquer also everywhere, 

And our enemies will not spare. 

We can all the world defy, 

The God of heaven is our ally. 

Remember, you're the people of God, 

'Tis sacred soil on which you trod." 

Then the Kaiser speaks still more bold, 

Like the Prophets of God of old : 

"The spirit of God has descended on me, 

Because I'm Emperor of Germany. 

I'm the Almighty's sword, His true agent, 

I am His instrument," then be content. 

"Woe and death to those who oppose rny will, 

Woe and death to cowards still. 

Let them all perish, our enemies still, 

God demands it, 'tis his will. 

The friendly nations we'll not despise. 

But Germany victory must recognize. 

Our troops under Hindenburg will fight, 

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Then peace will come to us all right." 

Now let us see how this will be, 

According to German philosophy. 

Then they preached all that they could, 

Now they drench the world with blood. 

They've dwelt so much on their ''Kultur", too, 

We have traced this "Kultur" through, 

For Kultur, like the tree, is known 

By the fruit that it has grown. 

Is it the spirit of Christ of old, 

That ''brought glad tidings", we are told, 

"To bind up, too, the broken-hearted", 

Not that relatives should be parted, 

"That the captive might also return," 

Not be made the more to mourn. 

Not the "Bertha" gun to raise, 

But to give the spirit of praise", 

And to give all in distress 

"Joy, for the spirit of heaviness?" 

How does this now suit the Kaiser? 

If this he'd heeded he'd been wiser, 

Now they repent, reform, repay, 

And are a devastated Germany. 

As you read my poems, too, elsewhere, 

You'll find how badly they did fare. ^ 

But now we'll look a little more 

At the effects of this "Kultur". 

Fruits of Kultur-Actions 

The crimes of cruel Germany 

Are seen in air, and land, and sea. 

Began on August 4th, 1914, 

The greatest that were ever seen. 

For of all the wars upon this earth. 

None wrought such havoc since their birth. 

Humanity's freedom sacrificed 

By a nation they call civilized. 

A great claim it at length set up. 

All of Europe to disrupt. 

And all the nations to tyrannize, 

And humanity to sacrifice. 

Instead of fighting for the right, 

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Fought with might to make it right, 

Extended their forces over land and sea, 

To gain their own prosperity. 

For war preparing since '71, 

When the war with France was won. 

Suspicion and hostihty she did sow, , 

That she might conquer every foe. 

Then things got, too, a Httle worse, 

When they began to use brute force. 

Then they encouraged the Serbian war, 

Thus they opened wide the door. 

Serbia was given but forty-eight hours, 

But no appeal unto the Powers. 

Refused attempt at reconciliation. 

Would listen to no consultation. 

She had been preparing for forty years. 

And minded not much blood or tears. 

With Austria the war was then begun. 

She pounced at first on little Belgium, 

Just as if in her own house, 

Like a cat upon a mouse. 

Though she herself was the guaranty 

Of the Belgium neutrality, 

She was the first to cut up a caper, 

Saying the treaty was a ''scrap of paper' \ 

Then commanded to burn and kill. 

And the land with blood to fill. 

Then to aid their cause, alas! 

Used "dum bullets" and poisonous gas, 

Which they knew so very well 

Made for man a very hell. 

Then they in their might arose, 

Stocking terror to their foes. 

Killing innocent people all the while 

For a length of forty mile. 

Even in Paris when at chapel. 

With deadly bombs did people shell. 

Children and women did not miss 

In the streets of fair Paris. 

And bombed every land, too, from the skies. 

And many lives did sacrifice, 

As they bombed with their aeroplane. 

Killing many and did many maim. 

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Then they used the zeppellns, too, 
Killing many 'fore they got through. 
Then they got the submarines, 
And performed most tragic scenes, 
Lives of thousands, in their glee, 
Did they sink into the sea. 
Not only soldiers that were men, 
But many women and children. 
Struggling with winds and waves in dire distress, 
By the "submarine ruthlessness," 
And when the Lusitania went down, 
They did, on its victims frown — 
Nearly two thousand in the ship 
When the Huns torpedoed it. 
Women, children, and men did rave, 
But all went down beneath the wave, 
Or left to perish on the sea. 
And sink into eternity. 
We talk of pirates of the sea. 
With all their lust and cruelty 
As they roamed about in days of old, 
But were these pirates half so bold? 
When thousands to the bottom went, 
Without their getting just one cent, 
When pirates did either steal or kill. 
It was their purses they might fill. 
But what did Germany make by this. 
While all the world did at her hiss? 
Even this foul act did celebrate, 
And struck a medal to commemorate. 
Took women and children there on hand. 
Transported them to a foreign land, 
And thus they proved their bravery 
By leading these to slavery. 
Stole everything as they went along 
They could lay their hands upon. 
Even the machinery at the mines 
They stole also at these times. 
And what they had to leave, they say. 
They burnt up right along the way. 
Of horrible things they did not tire. 
Burnt up the towns also with fire. 
Tried to burn Paris, sixty miles away, 
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With their big gun they called "Bertha.'* 
But "Bertha" is a good girl's name, 
Of this, I'd think they'd be ashamed. 
But the cruel Hun knows nothing of shame 
As he plays his cruel game. 
Indeed, they say up to this time 
They're guilty of thirty kinds of crime, 
And we have not given you thus far 
Their deeds to captives in the war. 
Some of these prisoners, too, alas! 
Say they lived on water and on grass. 
And women, when boys were in the coop. 
Spit in it, then brought the soup; 
And when they dealt out to them bread, 
Tramped it in the dirt, 'tis said. 
So their own nations sent them food, 
And helped the boys all that they could. 
But some of them, they really say, 
Were treated most abominably, 
A million prisoners anyway. 
Hatred, rapacity, cruelty in the fight. 
In these things they took delight. 
Said one who was at the Hotel de Ville, 
"That awful sight stays with me still." 
Those cruel Huns did play a prank. 
Stretching three soldiers on a plank. 
They'd cut off their hands, also their feet. 
Interchanged and made them meet. 
Were tied together as they met. 
In each one stuck a bayonet, 
And they scrawled with charcoal there. 
All our enemies "look and stare. 'J 
Instead of cruelty denying, 
They even went to crucifying. 
And even took the kindly (?) way 
Of flaying them alive, they say. 
As she as a cultured nation blows. 
Should she crucify her foes? 
If she as a Christian nation pretends to go, 
She should also not "love her foe," 
Not visit on them most cruel hate; 
They do not so to her, we state. 
The Allies treated their prisoners good, 
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Did the best for them they could. 
In the United States, when they didn't shirk, 
They even paid them for their work. 
And instead of being in distress, 
The Germans thanked them for kindness. 
To satisfy their hate in one town. 
Crucified one soldier upside down. 
Thus we see how it doth mature, 
This wonderful German "Kultur." 
Then there were thousands in distress, 
Dying of German "frightfulness.'* 
Along the roadside, we are told, 
A million died of hunger and cold. 
Their bones picked clean there by the crows, 
And ground for fertilizer by these foes. 
Those along the way that did survive, 
With filth and vermin were alive; 
Their daily ration, it is said, 
A cup of soup and a piece of bread. 
Able bodied men also had to work. 
Had to starve if they did shirk. 
And in Armenia, they do say, 
Six hundred were killed there by the way; 
And of all their crimes does seem the worse. 
The murder of a Red Cross nurse. 
Who was so kind and very good. 
And helped the wounded all she could, 
Like the lady. Miss Edith Cavill, 
Put to death by a Boche devil. 
After he had ravished her, they say, 
Went still further along that way, 
With his sword he turned about. 
And cut the lady's bowels out. 
Then he left her in that plight, 
And was decorated as a knight. 
A German living here did say. 
He went back on a visit to Germany. 
Before to Germany he did go. 
Would not believe these doings were so. 
When Germany did make war on us. 
He thought he'd get out of the muss, 
So he got ready and turned about. 
But let the rest have their visit out. 
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After being there awhile alone, 
Were not allowed to start for home. 
Were put in a house with French girls, they say, 
And were victims of German cruelty. 
An officer came in one afternoon, 
Ordered them taken to an upper room. 
The person so ordered did not obey, 
So he was shot right there, that day. 
The French girls for the room did make, 
The soldiers' aim was them to rape. 
After upstairs the girls did go, 
A very great noise was heard below. 
The girls resisted these. fiendish foes. 
Till torn in rags were all their clothes. 
Then after the fiendish deed was done. 
Killed them with knives there, every one. 
Even the Germans did not escape. 
The wife and daughter they did rape. 
They finally left this cruel band. 
And got away to Switzerland. 
This is the way German- Americans, you see. 
Were treated there in Germany. 
And many women on every hand 
Were ravished and slain throughout the land. 
And what yet seems still more rough, 
Some French boys had their hands cut off, 
So in the future they could not pay, 
And retaliate on their enemy. 
And time and again did they advance. 
And run over poor, stricken France. 
Thus the conduct of this cruel ''beast" 
Is unexemplified to say the least. 
And the responsibility rests on her head 
Of seven million buried dead. 
While twenty million men or more 
Were wounded in this cruel war. 
And thirty billions is the cost 
That Germany herself has lost. 
And the whole world has suffered more 
Than it ever did before 
By the lust and greed of Germany. 
Now for this she has to pay. 
And what is more still to her shame, 
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She does claim a Christian name. 
And though she caused this tremendous loss, 
She decorates with an iron cross 
The emblem of Christ crucified, 
Who himself for others died. 
Instead of killing, shed his blood 
To enable others to be good. 
So you see the Germans lie 
When they claimed the God most high 
To be their own, their ''great ally." 
And by and by they'll get their pay, 
In this world or the next, they say, 
With the devil anyway, 
Down in "hades," where they pay. 
So you see where'er you go, 
People "reap what they do sow." 
No matter what they are about, 
"Behold their sin will find them out," 
For Germany, too, has had her fall, 
Seen the "handwriting on the wall,'* 
Like Belshazzer at his great feast, 
Now she's got her pay at least. 
And now she has to suffer more 
Than ever she did in years before. 
You have probably also heard 
What she's getting for her reward. 
If you haven't, you can also see 
It in the German "peace treaty." 
Before the war had just begun 
She had sixteen billion her income, 
Now she is well-nigh undone. 
Owes thirty-five billion now, they say, 
Besides thirty million indemnity. 
She told her people, which now seems funny. 
When she whipped they'd get their money. 
Instead of paying them on that day. 
The indemnity went the other way. 
So this indemnity they never got, 
Now they are almost bankrupt. 
Instead of getting the money that way, 
The people have now this to pay. 
And as the government has little gold. 
They're inflated with currencv, we're *told. 
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And even the interest they wish to pay, 

Is borrowed again in the same way. 

So you see they were badly fooled, 

As by this clique and Kaiser ruled. 

So future generations, as you see, 

Will be burdened with this indemnity. 

Then from a first to a second-class power 

She will be rated from this hour. 

Formerly had business over the world so vast, 

Now taken away, and she's downcast: 

And part of Prussia and Danzig, they say, 

And the rest specified in the treaty. 

Formerly proud and haughty, held her place, 

Now dishonored and in disgrace, 

And we're told, so badly beat 

That cats and dogs they also eat. 

Do you think they've not enough so far. 

Of this cruel and bloody war? 

And they'd had to suffer more, they say, 

If it extended into Germany. 

This they feared when they wanted peace 

And applied for an armistice, 

And their indemnity they would not pay 

If they could get out of it any way. 

But they had to fulfill the treaty relation. 

Or protract the occupation, 

And then the Allies would dominate 

And run the government of the state. 

The Hun the expenses would have to pay, 

Till they had paid the indemnity. 

So there was no way out of it. 

They had to pay or had to quit, 

So they thought it the best way 

To knuckle down and try to pay. 

And now are trying the best they can 

To borrow money from Uncle Sam. 

Though he helped them with food before. 

Now they want some millions more, 

And we hope they realize to-day 

That cruel war does never pay. 

Also a law the nations did pass, 

They would not use any poisonous gas. 

But Germany her end to gain, 

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Cared not for torture or for pain. 
So full of venom and of ire 
Used poisonous gas and liquid fire. 
As she began this thing to do, 
The Allies thought they'd use it, too. 
Uncle Sam had a gas that was still hid, 
Prepared from pits like prussic acid, 
Other chemicals with this were thrown, 
To other nations yet unknown. 
Not counteracted by any mask. 
Would annihilate the Germans fast, 
That may be shot out of a gun. 
Or dropped from air just like a bomb. 
It, too, was nicknamed ''Lewisite," 
Would put the Huns quickly to flight. 
Invented by Prof. Lewis, in chemistry 
Of our Northwestern University, 
Located in Evanston and Chicago, 
From whence to war he had to go. 
But was not allowed Washington to pass, 
Detained to study this poisonous gas. 
This gas is called G-34, 
That's all folks know, but nothing more; 
Is twenty times stronger than any before 
That was known the whole world o'er. 
Poured out in the air a gas remains. 
Poured in the water it turns to flames, 
Inhaled, too, in a small amount, 
Or on the hand, a drop does count. 
This poisonous gas has such deadly powers, 
It kills a man in a few hours; 
This powerful gas in many ways 
Would have been used within three days, 
Had not the Germans sued for peace 
And been granted an armistice. 
Then for them 'twould have been much worse. 
And soon been conquered, too, of course. 
So they just stopped in time, you see, 
Before we gained the victory. 
They had one hundred and fifty tons 
Ready to pour upon the Huns. 
And were making ten tons more per day. 
To annihilate them, too, they say. 
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So when they fought 'gainst Uncle Sam, 

They found they had a stalwart man, 

That there would be no children's play 

About Uncle Sam and America. 

So they can see what he would have done 

To this mean, treacherous Hun, 

With all their ''Kultur," and actions, too. 

Before this war they did get through 

So they would have been still more blue. 

Besides, a gas for a balloon 

He had invented very soon. 

So inflammable, they say, 

Could be used, in Zeppelins, anyway. 

This fire-proof gas is called "Helium," 

Which would the Germans overcome. 

And also, too, would quell their ire. 

As it could not be set afire. 

Another thing just made again. 

Was a self-guiding aeroplane, 

Which could be sent a hundred mile. 

Dropping bombs there all the while. 

Then back home it soon would come, 

After it had dropped its bomb. 

A hundred mile it actually got. 

Without a man or even pilot. 

At such a distance it did ride. 

Steered by an automatic guide. 

Thus soon ended any war might be, 

By the destruction of every city. 

They also had a detective phone, 

To detect submarines when out alone. 

We've heard the Germans were so gritty, 

They were going to bomb, too. New York City. 

But how would they have crossed the main? 

By those new weapons would have been slain. 

So just in time they sued for peace. 

And were granted an armistice. 



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Belgium 

You've all heard of the Belgium state 

Where this war began of late, 

Was invaded by the German host, 

And which really suffered most. 

Belgium was to neutral be, 

According to a previous treaty, 

But Germany, knowing not what to do, 

Thought little Belgium to go through. 

As forts along the line of France 

Stopped the Germans swift advance. 

So they thought by going through this Belgium 

state, 
They could soon reach France, 'fore it got too late. 
And they thought there'd be less brunts. 
And take Paris in three months. 
So they tried this very caper. 
And called the treaty "a scrap of paper," 
And told the Belgians they'd do no harm. 
They need not fear or take alarm. 
Only let their army through. 
That was all they had to do. 
But Belgium did the Hun resist, 
And upon the treaty did insist. 
But the Germans decided they would stay, 
And marched through Belgium anyway. 
First when going through on the train, 
Found that they were stopped again. 
This stirred them up to such a height, 
So they began right there to fight. 
But the Belgians on the Germans turned, 
And soon a lesson they had learned. 
That little Belgium stood up for right. 
And did not mind the Germans' might. 
This stirred up the Germans so, 
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Through it they were bound to go, 

So they marched to Visi, they say, 

And at length got on their way. 

Then they took the town of Liege, 

And its forts they did besiege. 

Then the people got up their grit, ^ 

And shot at them a little bit. 

This the Germans did enrage. 

And they shot, also, at this stage. 

And as the snipers shot some down. 

They would burn and raze the town. 

Then the Belgians were set upon, 

Till everything was almost gone. 

Especially was this their game 

In the little French town of Lou vain. 

There the Boche did his will, 

Did fight and burn and slay and kill. 

Old men and children also slain. 

And ravished women all the same. 

But little Belgium held them at bay, 

Till came to help the French army. 

And the Brit;ish Expeditionary Force, 

As the Belgium matters were getting worse. 

But brave Belgium the tide did stem, 

And fought the Germans like brave men. 

They did not even leave in haste, 

Though their country was laid waste. 

But held out till the fighting ceased. 

Then gritty Belgium was released. 

But their people had been assorted. 

And many thousands had been deported. 

There the Germans made them work. 

Punished them if they did shirk. 

Made them work on the German benches, 

And for them there in the trenches. 

Made them execute their will, 

And many of them did also kill. 

Then they took from them away 

From their factories their machinery. 

When this was done, 'twas also stated 

Not a factory could be operated. 

Not only this, they several times 

Destroyed the works, also the mines. 

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Nine hundred thousand men, they say, 
Are idle in Belgium now to-day 
Because they took their things away, 
Or spoiled all their machinery. 
So to support so many men 
They got up, too, a soup kitchen, 
Where the Belgians could get a bite. 
And not starve there quite outright, 
For the Germans took also their food 
And left little that was good. 
Even took their cattle, it is said, 
And sold them back for ten dollars a head. 
Of pigs and sheep were little found, 
Only worth three dollars per pound. 
Butter at two-fifty, eggs five cents apiece. 
So they're rather short of grease. 
America sent some food, they say. 
That they received most gratefully. 
Many carloads to them were sent. 
And many shiploads to them went. 
And now they're thankful, anyway. 
To the kind Americans, they say. 
Mr. Hoover, and Whitlock, too, they say. 
Are honored by them especially. 
Were made honorary burghers of their city. 
Because on them they had such pity 
When there was such limitation 
There was danger of starvation. 
So very dear was all the cost. 
One hundred thousand children lost. 
To say nothing of women and of men 
That were killed and deported then. 
Much of their country near at hand 
Was destroyed as ''No Man's Land." 
There many refugees stood alone. 
Viewing the ruins of their home. 
But they are trying to do their best 
As they pour in from the west. 
And if you travel many miles. 
See faces radiant too with smiles. 
Though it's a pile of stones and ruined home, 
With joy and gladness they do come. 
They feel very glad at least, that they 
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Are delivered at last from Germany. 
And no more will they have to roam 
As they build themselves a home. 
Though factories are idle and farmers in sorrow, 
They hope to have things better to-morrow. 
Tragedy and comedy there mingle, they say, 
In wrecked Belgium every day. 
The farmers, too, have to work away 
Without horses or tools, they say. 
As they Ve had to bear the brunt. 
They visit the graves on the water-front. 
After the war's dread aftermath. 
Sometimes even the Belgians laugh ; 
Americans they especially greet. 
And in selling to them do not cheat. 
And as the tourists already come. 
Want to show them their loved Belgium. 
They boast of a great variety, so far, 
Of relics of this cruel war, 
And like to show you 'round about. 
Where the Hun came, also went out, 
And like to show you on every hand 
The trenches, rock dust, and ''No Man's Land," 
And also without hesitation, 
The water-front fortification. 
And they will take you or you send 
To see Zebrugge, too, and Ostend, 
Where the heroic British did the Hun surprise. 
And his ships there did capsize. 
Where they went in there by night, 
And sank the ships that were in sight. 
Thinking by this very means 
They could not get out submarines. 
And also like to take you, they say, 
To German headquarters, too, at Spa, 
And where they made the final decision. 
The home of the Armistice Commission. 
But though their country was made so bare. 
They're working hard and hustling there. 
So barren is it, some places, they say. 
Not a bird can live there anyway. 
In some of the schools where they are taught. 
Dress in the clothes the Americans bought, 
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And all the prisoners of war, they say, 

Are clearing the rubbish of war away. 

In some places they are dancing and gay, 

In others very mournful, too, they say, 

As they look around, hardly know what to do, 

Some say to Americans, "Can't I go with you?" 

And many farmers have to come back 

And try to work around their shack, 

But have no horses or mules to-day, 

And pull their carts themselves, they say. 

Have no chickens, they love so well, — 

Just one cage at one hotel. 

But they'll not be beaten, you may bet, 

For they are getting eggs to set. 

And though the Hun has squeezed them tight. 

We think they will come out all right. 

And if a good lesson you would learn, 

To little Belgium you should turn. 

And if things are badly broken up. 

You, at least, should not give up. 

But stick to it, like them, we say, 

And you'll come out all right some day. 



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Bulgaria 

Bulgaria is a Balkan state, 
Where each one does the other hate, 
Each one claims all that he really can 
For himself, not the other man. 
The Balkans had a bad malaria, 
This is true, too, of Bulgaria; 
She might not have been in the ring. 
Had it not been for their selfish king. 
Though many wanted a great deal more. 
He a deal more than before, 
So when she was astride the fence, 
About the German alliance, 
"Kaiser Wilhelm" was on hand. 
To offer her some Serbian land, 
That she had longed for long before, 
So she went into the war, 
Not so much because 'twas right, 
Did she enter in the fight, 
But being an avaricious band. 
Thought she'd get a little more land, 
Though many of her people, we're glad to say, 
Wanted it, too, the other way. 
These by far were the most wise. 
Favored the side of the Allies, 
To much more land did she aspire. 
Jumped from the pan into the fire. 
When she in the trap at last was caught— 
For it got a little hot — 
They were to their senses brought. 
And Entente terms they also sought. 
For then she found it pretty tough, 
The first to cry, "It is enough," 
And her king got a little sick 
Of playing his old German trick, 
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And was the first one then, you see,' 
To give up to the Entente. 
She had to "bear it, too, or grin," 
As with the Turk she waded in. 
With whom she was at war before, 
Because she wanted a httle more. 
And though she was the connecting link, 
In the mire did deeper sink, 
And helped the Germans in their fuss, 
And made a bigger allied muss. 
But at the last they had to pay 
For helping out old Germany. 
By her deceitful treachery, 
And her crimes of lechery. 
For awful crimes of her we're told, 
She was so treacherous and so bold. 
Against the Serbian and the Greek, 
And went for them just like a streak, 
Persecuted them still more and more. 
And stole also what was in store. 
To save them from deportation, they say, 
A large immunity had to pay. 
That this might not deplete their ranks. 
Paid over twenty thousand francs, 
And to keep their daughters free 
Paid a large annuity. 
A Serbian merchant named Parital 
Paid seven thousand, that is all; 
Gave this to save his daughter's pride, 
Whose deported son had also died. 
A daughter, whose husband was a priest. 
For six hundred was released. 
But his partner was not released, 
Killed because he was a priest, 
For Serbians in freedom to move about. 
Many thousands were paid out. 
The Serbians also thousands gave, 
Their business and their trade to save. 
And those who could not really pay^ 
Were persecuted anyway. 
Some places forbidden to speak their tongue, 
And Serbian songs could not be sung, 
And these Bulgarians got all they could, 
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Or they shed the Serbalns' blood. 
Influential men and many ladies, 
Old men, women, and their babies, 
Many were tortured, and by stealth 
Were killed also for their own wealth. 
Especially women did they engage. 
Did kill some and some outrage, 
Many killed there by those mean scamps. 
Between their many internment camps. 
Butchered in one way or another, 
From one town there unto the other. 
Many Serbs to death were often hurried, 
And sometimes not even buried. 
Especially fond of beating women 
And persecuting clergymen, 
Many in camps did not survive, 
And many butchered and buried alive, 
Besides this sad Serbian affray, 
Took also many Greeks away. 
Many cruel practices they could avoid, 
Instead of that pillaged, destroyed, 
Injured the country all they could. 
Cut down the trees, carried off the wood. 
Sacked their homes and drove them out. 
Left squalor and misery 'round about. 
When the Red Cross did them there examine. 
Raging with typhus and with famine. 
Many on the ground were lying. 
Some were sick, and some were dying. 
Amid their sorrows and their tears, 
Had little food for several years, \ 
They had suffered also very much loss, 
Until aided, then, by the Red Cross. 
Then they nourished them with care. 
With all the things they had to spare. 
Now once peace has come again. 
They are boarding every train, 
But there is little consolation, 
Hundreds dying of starvation. 
Many young and many old 
Move about there in the cold, 
Riding on top or in the car. 
If they could ride alive so far. 
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Some of them, 'mid oft delays, 

Had little food for many days, 

Till little from the Red Cross awhile, 

Riding over four hundred mile. 

At every station they stopped again, 

To remove the dead, six, eight, or ten. 

The children standing in water almost froze, 

Barefooted, too, most void of clothes, 

Many doing, too, the best they could. 

Waiting for a little food. 

Many also had no houses there, 

And lived there in the open air. 

And the Serbians had to work. 

Were beaten, too, if they did shirk. 

One hundred and twenty thousand mourn, 

No one knew when they would return. 

One half or two thirds, they also say, 

Have died, or perished on the way; 

Homes destroyed and money gone, 

All the things they relied upon, 

And two poor women, it is said, 

<3arried along their babies dead. 

For such awful work as this, we say, 

Bulgaria should be made to pay, 

And so undoubtedly pay she will, 

The Paris Council has made her bill, 

And she may find, as she turns about, 

"Be sure your sin will find you out." 

To all young people, we would say, 

Do not follow in her way, 

Or like her you will surely know, 

You will "reap what you do sow." 



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France 

You probably know, if you've read at all, 
France used to be old ancient Gaul. 
She was some time controlled by Rome, 
And there some Romans made their home. 
The French belong to the Celtic race, ^ 
But many Romans took their place. 
They improved the country quite a lot, 
And their language largely talk. 
They received also from ancient Rome 
Their religion in their home. 
Afterwards did with England mix, 
Until Napoleon played his tricks. 
Engaged also in many a war. 
And conquered nations near and far. 
Who, like the Kaiser, his forces hurled, 
And sought to conquer the whole world. — 
Like Alexander, too, before, 
Who tried to run the whole world o'er. 
And because there was not another, cried. 
Although he wished to be deified. 
Conquered by liquor and he died. 
This is how the conqueror fell, 
Where he landed none can tell. 
But it seems his place was down in hell, 
For those conquerors who act just so. 
Are very likely there to go. — 
But to return to France and Napoleon, 
To see the course that they did run. 
After they fought him for a while. 
He was put on a lonely isle, 
That he might think it o'er awhile. 
So by this banishment he became wiser. 
This should be done with the German Kaiser, 
Who did imitate these men the same, 
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That he also might get a name. 
Though Napoleon did almost God defy, 
The Kaiser called God his ally. 
Both should be banished, we tell you why. 
Both of them did God pass by. 
After the battle of Waterloo, 
Napoleon knew not what to do. 
Though the day before had God denied, 
Said, "God was on the strongest side," 
But God, to his sorrow he soon found out. 
Turned his plans quite 'round about. 
For God brought on a shower of rain. 
And all his efforts were in vain — 
Like Joshua of old, who did overcome. 
Because "God made stand still the sun," 
Or else at least made it look so, 
So that he could conquer his foe. 
It seemed necessary in that day, 
As he had for the Jews a destiny. 
That the Almighty had designed 
For the benefit of all mankind — 
So if Napoleon had overcome, 
I do not know what they'd have done. 
Had he secured his coveted place, 
'Twould have changed the destiny of the race. 
Just as it is now, if the Kaiser had won. 
What would have happened, knows no one. 
So in that day it did rain so. 
That his artillery could not go. 
Though he fought bravely for awhile. 
Was banished to St. Helena isle. 
Where they ought to send the Kaiser, too. 
Now he's conquered and the war is through. 
Then Napoleon owned up that God above 
Ruled over the world as a God of love. 
That earthly monarchs must do his will, 
And his missions on earth fulfill. 
Saying, "My armies have failed I relied upon, 
While those of Christ are marching on." 
So since Napoleon has been crushed 
France has been a little rushed. 
And was at one time nearly destroyed, 
By infidelity greatly annoyed — 
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I suppose you know, too, quite well, 

That Voltaire was a great infidel, 

And infidels became so very thick 

They made the nation pretty sick, — 

Like the Bolshevik are, also, to-day. 

Who over Russia do hold sway. — 

There were so many skeptics there. 

Such as Diderot and Voltaire, 

Who taught there was no God so good, 

So Paris then flowed down with blood. 

"You need not call on God," they said, 

"The Goddess of Liberty is our head." 

This brought on a revolution, 

And changed, too, their constitution. 

And she was nearly destroyed another way. 

When Catholicism did hold sway. 

When, too, on St. Bartholomew's day, 

They the Protestants did slay. 

She has changed in many lines. 

And gone through some troublous times. 

But of them all even from the very first, 

This German war is about the worst. 

She has lost half her young men. 

And one third of all of them. 

Qf autocracy also was sick. 

Then she tried a republic. 

After Napoleon also, the third. 

Who was also a poor bird — 

And he had to go away. 

And lost his power from that day. 

While the Prussians, on the other hand, 

Sought to unite the German band. 

That under the chancellor, von Bismarck, 

She should never go apart. 

And as the union did advance. 

She got stronger than did France. 

And what did help the Germans through. 

Every man drilled three years, too. 

So by this method it was seen, 

She built up a great war machine. 

Then when this war machine was ready, 

She went for France quite rough and steady. 

So in 1871 

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The Franco-Prussian war begun. 
She pounced upon her at this time, 
And drove her from the boundary line, 
Then when she drove her back again. 
Took away Alsace-Lorraine. 
When France was beaten, too, this way, 
A big indemnity she had to pay. 
Bismarck would not this debt abate, 
And stayed in Paris at any rate 
Until they did the indemnity pay, 
He would never think of going away, 
And if they did not hurry about, 
He'd starve the people entirely out. 
Now it's quite a different thing, 
Now things have a different ring: 
**Ah! no: ah! no, they can not pay," 
Is what the Germans say to-day, 
Who tried to take the world away, 
And been preparing for this war 
For forty years or even more. 
Made such huge cannon in advance. 
To boss the world, especially France. 
And when Roosevelt 'round the world did go, 
He saw the cannon stacked up so. 
At "Kaiser Bill" this epithet hurled, 
"Kaiser, you can whip the world." 
"Kaiser Bill" then thought so, too. 
And this he since has tried to do, 
But to get still a better chance, 
Must first conquer his enemy, France. 
Then, when this old score did end, 
He would pay off old England. 
Then if America "nonsense sent," 
He would go for this continent. 
He would "take no nonsense" from us, 
Or there'd be another fuss. 
But when the Lusitania sunk, 
United States got up her spunk. 
This submarine business gave her a chance. 
Then sent her army into France. 
As France had helped us, too, before 
In our Revolutionary War. 
For our independence there was no chance, 
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Unless we had got help from France, 

Who was at war with the British Isle, 

And helped us out for quite awhile, 

Until Britain's king got a little sick 

Of this American war picnic, 

And America became a republic. 

Now since France has become the same, 

We turn around and help her again, 

And as Pershing there did advance , 

Near Lafayette's grave there in France 

After more than a hundred years — 

Though this fact is strange, appears. 

As he stood by his grave that day so dear, 

Exclaimed, "Lafayette, we too also are here. 

So we, too, by helping France 

The cause of freedom did advance. 

And the Germans held also at bay, 

Now have little more to say, 

But some of the Boosters in Germany 

Say in future they will pay. 

So France is still on the lookout 

To see how things do come about, 

But we think Germany is used up so 

She will have a long time to go, 

Before she herself can overcome 

And undo now what she has done. 

Before she can again advance, 

And go to war again with France. 



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Greece 

Greece is a land of ancient fame, 
But she'd played a singular game ; 
Hardly was she held at par 
With either party in the war. 
The trouble was, as might be stated, 
The queen to the Kaiser was related. 
She was a sister to the Kaiser, 
And in this matter not much wiser. 
And in this matter was not alone, 
Like the Czarina on the throne. 
One was slain, the other did roam. 
Both were driven from their home. 
Greece was mostly left alone, 
The trouble mostly there at home, 
Some of its people were undecided, 
And this land was much divided. 
"A house so divided can never stand," 
This was the case with the Grecian land; 
The King and Premier had a fuss, 
His name was Venenzilos. 
King Constantine was not much wiser 
Than the sister of the Kaiser, 
And she was "kind of a make-believe," 
A good deal like old Mother Eve, 
And Constantine she did deceive. 
So like old Adam he had to leave. 
For he by the Hun was left alone. 
And like the Kaiser left his throne. 
For he was undecided what to do, 
As bad as if he had the "flu," 
For the woman that was then his wife 
Was the plague of all his life. 
For his wife gave him no rest. 
Went for the Allies at her best. 
Not only did the King disgrace, 
But "hit him one day in the face," 
For she was bound to have her way, 
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And help the Kaiser and Germany. 
Thus showing the nature of the Hun 
When the quarrel had begun, 
She was even worse than Mother Eve, 
Who got Adam to believe 
That in eating fruit there was no harm, 
And there need be no alarm, 
For the first thing the king did know 
From his palace he had to go, 
Because as a king did mind such things, 
Was ''tied to a woman's apron strings." 
Instead of ruling like the kings, 
Who should not mind such silly things, 
So by this trouble here at home, 
He was compelled to leave his throne. 
Like Adam and Eve out of the garden sent, 
And to Switzerland he went. 
Was not like "Cons tan tine the Great," 
Had little backbone, so met his fate. 
He was dethroned by the Allies, too. 
His methods they despised all through, 
And blockaded, too, his Grecian port. 
Would stand for nothing of the sort. 
And told the Greeks if they were not good 
They would get but little food. 
But coal and other things in sight, 
If they only acted right. 
All of these things from the Allies got, 
If they did not behave, they'd have to stop, 
So this thing stirred up a fuss. 
Almost as bad as the people of "Reuss." 
Between the King and Venenzilos. 
The King put in a new premier, 
But this cost him rather dear. 
As there were two parties then. 
There was kicked up more row again. 
So the King could not the trouble face. 
And gave to his son his kingly place, 
Then the trouble did somewhat cease 
Among the people there in Greece. 
Many with Venenzilos then begun, 
And fought until the war was won. 
Greece was promised, too, some land, 
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If with the AlUes she would stand. 
So she fought a Httle by the way, 
In Asia Minor and Siloniki. 
And she could not her duty shirk. 
As so cruel was the Turk — 
Who was fighting along for many a mile, 
And killing Greeks then all the while, 
And he had taken their cities away 
In Asia Minor, in a former day. 
The Turks did thousands of them slay, 
And carried thousands more away, 
And the Greeks claimed it from an ancient day. 
Were bound to have it anyway. 
And now they've gone there to remain, 
And live as formerly again. 
Then they wanted some islands, too. 
For what little they did do, 
So we suppose they'll get their pay 
For what they did there anyway. 
Tho' what they wished might not be fulfilled, 
For the many thousands killed. 
Thirty thousand had to go in winter, too. 
One fourth perished 'fore they got through. 
At another place that was called Alada, 
Their wives and daughters outraged, they say, 
"One or two more raids," the governor said, 
**And all the Grecians will be dead. 
All the males will be dead," said he, 
**The women we'll kick into the sea." 
In Samson and Trabizine, they say. 
One hundred and fifty thousand were taken away. 
And many girls could not be found. 
Jumped in the river and were drowned. 
To the labor battalion they were applied. 
One hundred and fifty thousand died. 
The number of deaths as told around, 
Was four hundred and fifty thousand. 
Thus the Turk was hard to beat. 
And played havoc with the Greek, 
So the Greeks deserve some pay, 
For losing so many anyway. 
And will now the Turk displace, 
As they lately gave them Thrace. 
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Italy 

Italy is a peculiar state, 

It seems so now, at any rate. 

Its people are excitable, 

Impulsive, and emotional; 

Indeed, just now, as in the past, 

By themselves they should be classed. 

More like the Irish than any other. 

Are bound to fight with one another. 

She thinks that she is also right. 

And does the Paris Council fight. 

Like ancient Rome, they want their way. 

Or turn around and kill and slay. 

As you know, they are from Rome, 

But not entirely and alone. 

And she's shaped, too, like a boot, 

And, like old Rome, is fond of loot. 

In modern times are somewhat mixed, 

Since they have been differently fixed. 

And also are there found some traces 

Of several kinds of other races. 

Their language is a little slim. 

Being derived from the Latin ; 

And some of the French, ^Iso Spanish, 

Is derived also from this; 

And so a little English here at home 

Was derived also from Rome. 

Though there were some Italian sages, 

'Twas different in the Middle Ages, 

The nations then were in the dark. 

The Italians then were not apart. 

At this time, too, some rather strange things, 

The Pope of Rome above the kings, 

The pilgrims that to Rome did go 

Bowed to the Pope and kissed his toe. 

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Then they showed their humiUation 
To the head of this Itahan nation, 
But after a while as on they went, 
There was a change in government. 
And is just now and has been of late, 
The state and the Vatican separate. 
The King is named "Emmanuel," 
Which means, ''God with us to dwell," 
And so the Pope by this new plan, 
Rules little but the Vatican. 
Italy was an Austrian and Hun ally 
Till their way she did espy ; 
Then she did hesitate and pause, 
Before she joined the ''Entente" cause; 
Then she was promised by the way 
To have a part of Dalmatia, 
Though it to her did not belong. 
And they were of another tongue ; 
And was with Austria at enmity, 
Because she'd taken their land away. 
She had, in addition, a great earthquake. 
That things also much worse did make, 
So she entered the war in a bad plight. 
But entered it then with all her might. 
And climbed the mighty mountain's height, 
Till they drove the Austrians back, all right. 
And might have held them pretty tight, 
Had it not been for German might. 
Which was sent there very soon, they say. 
And drove them back again one day. 
Then they held the Austrians awhile, 
And drove them back for many a mile, 
Then came about the armistice, 
When the awful war did cease. 
But she at last, when the war was won, 
Wanted a large share for what she'd done. 
They granted her what they agreed to pay, 
But that would hardly do, they say. 
And her statesmen also to save their pate. 
Wanted much more at any rate. 
Then there was more trouble soon 
About the Austrian port of Fiume, 
And she was not even satisfied. 
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Even the city to divide, 
For Jugo-Slavs needed some sort 
Of a city for a port, 
But these Italians were silly elves, 
Cared for no one but themselves. 
They said the city of Fiume even then 
Was nearly all Italian men. 
And when they could not hold full sway, 
Turned from Paris and went away. 
And at length got going some, 
Blaming even President Wilson, 
Who thought 'twas only right and fair 
To let the Jugo-Slavs go there. 
"Vive America!" they also cried, 
But President Wilson did deride. 
Though a little while before in Rome, 
Put him higher than the throne. 
And a street named Wilson so very soon, 
They turned around and named it Fiume, 
Though even then he signed a loan 
To help them out there, too, in Rome ; 
And after awhile, though not very soon, 
Thought they might get also Fiume, 
So that will help the Jugo-Slavs out. 
Till they can find a way about. 
Though they are making trouble to-day, 
And want to take Fiume still away. 
So like other nations full of greed, 
And want so much more than they need. 
The last we heard these rebellious men 
Entrenched themselves around Fiume again, 
Said if they were at length annoyed, 
Fiume itself would be destroyed. 
The rebels did the Frenchmen snub, 
And took some of the soldiers' grub. 
The chief one, if you wish to know it. 
Is D'Annunzio, they call the poet. 
By the Paris Council made a free city, 
For to destroy it was a pity, 
So they gave Italy another place, 
Rather than there more trouble face. 
But when all the trouble at length is past, 
Italy may get Fiume at last. 
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So about Fiume they danced a jig, 

Like the Hun did about Danzig, 

Which to be destroyed too, was a pity, 

But at last was a free city, 

That foreign ships in that port might land, 

Would be a help to poor Poland. 

So this will help Jugo-Slavia through, 

Till they get started in business too, 

And Italy will get her pay, too, so far, 

For her help in the late war. 



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Serbs (Jugo-Slavs) 



The "Peace Conference" did also create 
The Jugo-Slavs into a state. 
This country contains and mostly has 
A large amount of Jugo-Slavs, 
Which is composed of a peculiar herd — 
Croats, Slavonic, and the Serb. 
This country, too, as they all unite. 
The Italians also do not like, 
As the Italians want a little more 
On the eastern Adriatic shore, 
Where are settled the Slavonic host 
Along the Adriatic coast. 
But this question may be settled soon, 
If the Italians do get Fiume. 
About twelve million, it is stated, 
In this way will be related ; 
If the Jugo square miles were also numbered, 
Would be eighty-five thousand and three hun- 
dred. 
Of course you've all the story heard. 
About the race now called the Serb, 
If you have not, you have certainly 
Heard of the country of Macedonia, 
Whence came Alexander, called the "great," 
Who conquered the world, but met his fate. 
His well trained soldiers, we are told. 
Were so very brave and bold. 
That they conquered all the world. 
And there his banner was unfurled, . 
Then at last so drunk he got. 
Among his generals 'twas divided up, 
And 'tis said at last he wept, 
'Cause another world he could not get. 
And though he was so great and high, 
By such foolishness did die ; 
Tried to make believe he was a god, 
And put himself under the sod. 
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He drank so much and got so drunk, 
So deep into the mire he sunk. 
With all his pomp and all his wealth, 
This way he foolishly killed himself. 
So boys, if you ever get so high, 
Let liquor alone and pass it by. 
The Serbs are said to be a noble race, 
Though have suffered much disgrace, 
Almost destroyed, too, as a race, 
But may now yet hold their place. 
'Tis true also the Austrians claim 
They for the world war are to blame, 
But we think it quite a shame. 
Though they may be some to blame. 
For though a Serbian shot the Duke, 
Austria herself deserves rebuke. 
For had she herself not been so rash, 
Might have avoided this mighty clash. 
Like the Belgian state, kind of a buffer, 
And its people did greatly suffer. 
But its people with amazing grit 
Fought to the last and stuck to it. 
Eastern Macedonia has been found 
For centuries to be a battleground. 
And since 1812 been in such distress, 
And to-day is a horrible mess. 
It has been fought over time and again, 
And now quite desolate does remain. 
Flies, mosquitoes, and malaria you meet 
As you walk along the street. 
Returning refugees their huts go in. 
Arrayed in rags, full of vermin. 
At the Red Cross warehouse there, they say, 
From five to ten die every day, 
Were easy victims, too, they say, 
Half starved in Bulgaria on the way. 
As the suffering children came in afresh, 
Their ribs are seen clean through their flesh. 
With hollow, languid eyes they wait 
In the streets to meet their fate. 
And they, too, suffer with the cold, 
As their enemies were so bold 
As to burn all their buildings down, 
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Before they could get back to town. 

Not only destroyed everything, they say, 

But even took their clothes away. 

As railroads are so very scarce, 

They use ofttimes a motor force, 

And in some parts of that country 

They cannot get around, you see. 

Have only four ounces of bread a day, 

Given by the government, too, they say: 

Monastior had eighty thousand souls, they say, 

Only one third is there to-day. 

And where the "flu" and typhus went, 

No physicians could be sent. 

This disease brought on by lice or cootie, 

Dying by the scores in that country. 

Four years ago a beautiful country, too. 

Now all destroyed, things look so blue. 

Their machinery taken, also their seed, 

Those things now they greatly need ; 

Even drove away their cattle and their sheep. 

To their own country for to keep, 

So you see how desolate are they, 

The poor Serbians in their country. 

And in Belgrade, it seems a pity, 

No young men are in the city. 

Though on it now mostly depends 

Many Serbs, Croats, and Slavonians. 

No young men are left there it seems. 

As they went when in their "teens" — 

Went over mountains, would not quit, 

Only one in seven survived the trip. 

Some of their sufferings are told at least, 

Told by a Roman Catholic priest : 

Was taken from the tower of Prot, 

And with him twenty others got. 

They lived five days with no food or water, 

Before Bulgarians did them slaughter. 

They cast them into a prison cell, 

And of their sufferings none can tell. 

After marching thirty miles one day. 

Over thirteen hours on the way, 

Were ordered once more then to rally, 

And turned off into a valley, 

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When the moon gave forth her light 
In the mountains at midnight. 
As they were marching heard a crack, 
All were shot there in the back. 
Some fell down there in their track; 
In the darkness one got away, 
Wounded, behind a rock did lay. 
He saw it was the Bulgars' game 
To burn their bodies in the flame, 
So then to satisfy their ire, • 
They built for them a funeral pyre, 
Then the holy father said, 
*'Cast them in, alive or dead." 
As he watched this awful scene, 
They covered them with gasoline; 
When they saturated all the men, 
They put them in the fire again. 
They pleaded for mercy with cries and tears,- 
Their piteous cries were met with sneers. 
After they too were burned to death, 
Were thrown into a pit, he saith. 
While arms and legs, too, of the dead 
Were left protruding, sometimes the head. 
He watched them from his safe retreat, 
Left that way for wolves to eat. 
They left them there 'fore break of day, 
And went along the old highway. 
He went on fast then there alone, 
And finally reached Pirot, his home. 
For twenty months or little more 
Lived in his house beneath the floor, 
Living under there just like a rat, 
His food lowered down as in a trap. 
When he emerged he was so thin, 
His fellow priest did not know him. 
Was later seized by the Bulgars here, 
And sent by them to the frontier, 
Where he had a few leeks, 'tis said. 
And for his food a slice of bread. 
And the Germans did the Serbs so hate, 
They tried them to exterminate. 
Now they're getting back their pay, 
For treating them in such a way. 
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Roumania 

Roumania, we might also state, 

Is another Slavonic state, 

Although its claims were derided, 

And into several parts divided. 

The larger powers did hold the sway, 

Russia, Austria, and Hungary, 

So it does only a part retain 

Of what it was then in the main. 

But the "Conference" does seek to restore 

What she had a long time before. 

One hundred thousand square miles anyhow, 

As it is marked out there just now. 

Bulgaria took a slice away, 

Given to her by Germany, 

But will not keep it now, they say, 

If the "conference" has its way. 

About fourteen million then will be 

Roumania's full capacity. 

King Ferdinand, though a Hohenzollern, 

Did not with the Kaiser turn. 

And his people did, too, arise, 

And made a very great sacrifice. 

And the Kaiser did despise. 

As they helped their own Allies. 

Had fourteen hundred railroad engines then, 

Now about one hundred left to them. 

Though having wood and oil fields untold, 

Yet they suffer with the cold ; 

The Germans took their things away. 

Now they have none left, they say. 

The Germans also took their grain, 

Of that they were real short again. 

Before the war King Ferdinand 

Decided to give the people land 

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Which formerly belonged to the state, 
Now a new status to create, 
So this will the people elevate. 
By getting so much more estate, 
Is composed of farmers in the main, 
And they raise there lots of grain. 
They suffered also the German curse 
Like Belgium and Poland, if not worse. 
For while the Hun did them deride. 
They had no one to help beside. 
Only Russia then to lean upon. 
When they did, she, too, was gone. 
And now on them would play a trick, 
And introduce the Bolshevik. 
And the Queen asserts they should have food, 
For they did fight the best they could. 
And she did not her duty shirk, 
But went around in Red Cross work. 
Helping the wounded and the sick, 
Not fearing the Russian Bolshevik. 
The girls go to school in the plainest dress. 
Boys in a little better — they confess. 
"We may do without clothes and also shoes, 
But without food we get the blues. 
A little shabby we may be, 
But we must have food or die, you see." 
So let us help these Roumanians out, 
Till they can turn themselves about. 
For all these people did arise 
And tried to help our own Allies. 
If to some of Hungary they do aspire, 
They may think they this require 
To help pay back in a future day 
What they stole from them away, 
And Germany, instead of getting higher, 
Was now branded as a liar. 
As she thought she would hold sway 
From Germany to India, 
And also in her mind she had 
A railroad also to Bagdad. 
But now it will be divided up. 
What they call ''Mittel Europa," 
And Germany, too, at home will stay, 
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Instead of holding a world sway. 

And Roumania did her part, they say, 

To keep the Germans there to stay. 

Though she suffered much and had great loss, 

She has been helped by the Red Cross, 

But notwithstanding this, they say, 

They have been starving anyway. 

In Constanta, a Roumanian city, 

The starving people Tifer did pity. 

Who was a seaman of the United States, 

And this incident also relates. 

Amid their troubles and their fears, 

Had eaten no meat for just two years. 

The ship "Western Plains" brought them relief, 

And roasted for them a whole big beef. 

And though they did not their duty shirk, 

So weak from hunger they could not work. 

Though money was plentiful, food was not. 

And there was none that could be bought. 

For the Germans stole everything they had. 

When they got so very mad. 

Children affected by the situation, 

Were, too, dying of starvation, 

And such was their great and sad mishap, 

They had no clothes but just burlap, 

So they deserved clothing and food to-day, 

So help poor, struggling Roumania. 

And let us help them all we can, 

For they've done their duty to a man. 



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Czechs 

The Czechs, like the Poles, met a similar fate, 
Though not so bad at any rate. 
They were included in Austria, 
Bohemia, and Moravia, 
So these Czechs were compelled to fight 
On the Austrian side, though 'twas not right. 
But many did the Russians take 
As prisoners in the war of late. 
But when they did get free from thence, 
Turned 'round and fought in self-defense, 
And as they turned around again, ^ 

No less than seventy thousand men 
Also their freedom did desire, 
Instead of fighting for Austria's empire. 
They, too, are of the Slavic race. 
And served Austria with little grace. 
They wanted their freedom long before, 
At the time of the "forty years' war," 
Which occurred a long time ago, 
About one hundred years or so. 
The "Peace Conference" also expects 
To keep the old boundaries for the Czechs, 
Forty thousand square miles also or more. 
Like they had some time before. 
Thus fourteen million, we might relate, 
Would be the people of this state. 
Though many Germans may be found 
On the outside, near around. 
And this new state as set apart 
Will enter into Germany's heart — 
And they hate thus, to give way 
To the Czechs, their enemy. 
One other thing we might relate. 
It is called the "sausage" state, 
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Because its length is very great, 
But the Germans can't it ate. 
If he tries to swallow it still, 
He will get a bitter pill, 
Like the Hungarians and Austria got, 
When in their own trap they were caught. 
Germany does the Czechs so hate, 
Because they want to separate, 
And so they have to go without. 
And live alone on sauer kraut. 
Bohemia has an historic past. 
But the Hun and Austria did it blast. 
At one time they did really say 
It was the only Protestant country, 
And Prague, its capital, they say. 
Had three thousand students anyway. 
'Twas here Protestantism almost begun, 
And John Huss his race did run, 
By the Catholics overcome. ■ 
But he would no confession make, 
Though they burned him at the stake, 
For he would sooner fire endure. 
But 'bout God's Word he would be sure. 
The name of "Huss" also means "goose," 
But his opinions were not loose; 
They were founded upon God's Word, 
And if burnt, he would be heard : 
Did not deny the right, true way, 
But preached it there most every day. 
And right in Prague there, right at home. 
He defied the hierarchy of Rome; 
As he did not a confession make, 
They burned him there, right at the stake. 
But from this "goose" they did despise, 
He said a "swan would soon arise." 
Some say the swan sings 'fore it dies. 
But Huss's "swan" did all surprise, 
For shortly after his self-oblation 
Arose the Lutheran Reformation, 
Which shook the world from Huss's home 
To the mighty Vatican at Rome ; 
So this swan as it there did sing, 
Its voice around the world did ring. 
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And John Huss wished his people free 

To enjoy Christian liberty. 

And so the Czecho-Slavs, they say, 

Want their freedom now to-day. 

Of Austria-Hungary they are sick, 

Which are mostly Catholic. 

And the American soldiers really say 

They are valiant soldiers anyway, 

And the most honorable set 

That in fighting they ever met. 

Though made to fight for Austria, they say, 

In Austria turned the other way, 

And did not hesitate or pause 

To take on them poor Russia's cause, 

And turned around and fought mightily 

Against the Bolsheviks, they say, 

And though they found there such a mess, 

Despise all kinds of lawlessness. 

Did help them out of their distress 

And Siberia did soon possess, 

Were with the Americans at the time, 

With whom they did perfectly chime, 

Who said they were not very feeble, 

"Were the protectors of oppressed people. 

Are a race very fine and intelligent, 

Of courteous demeanor where they went." 

How different from the unscrupulous Hun, 

And the wily, oppressive Prussian ! 

They had no country of their own. 

Though they fought for another's home, 

And like Americans, too, they say. 

Do not like to fight anyway. 

"Their cause of justice is so great," 

We can't beat them at any rate. 

And of their 'Valor" you may have heard, 

They certainly have there the "last word." 

When about better government, writes one sage. 

The Czechs will have a very large page. 

Let us from them a lesson learn. 

And from all evil ways to turn. 



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Poland 

Since the signing of the armistice, 

The AlHes seek a permanent peace. 

In order to this we may relate, 

'Twas necessary for a buffer state, 

The countries were so mixed before, 

Through so many years of war. 

They tlien were not of the same race, 

Just where the victors did them place. 

And so they were a mixed up mess, 

And oftentimes in much distress, 

For as with Germany ''might was right," 

So their victors held them tight. 

Poland, too, under such a cover 

Was cut up by one another. 

Before this war now, just of late, 

Was mostly claimed by the Russian state, 

But now the Allies undertake 

To make of it a buffer state, 

That in the future it may divide 

Germany from these outside, 

And wishes Poland to protect, 

That future wars they may not get, 

For Germany, too, in this late war 

Got these nations surrounding her 

To help her in her mighty fight. 

Which some of them did think not right. 

So to prevent any future war. 

They will put for them a little bar. 

Poland belongs to the Slavic race, 

Of the Teuton there's little trace. 

Partition of Poland began also 

One hundred and fifty years ago. 

And as late as 1745 

Native Poland was quite alive. 

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Poland was formerly very proud, 
But they'd not hear her cry so loud, 
Though they got her in their ring, 
She would hardly do a thing, 
And she would not go so far 
As to recognize the Russian Czar. 
Napoleon, when he reached this nation, 
Gave them a little liberation; 
As a consequence she did advance. 
Gave one marshal, too, to France. 
For Napoleon, too, in his conquest, 
Polish troops were of the best, 
But since the congress held that day 
Poland history is a tragedy. 
They have been in a peculiar school, 
Had Austrian, Prussian, and Russian rule. 
And in this war one way or another 
Have been compelled to fight each other; 
But since the Allies now insist, 
It shall be a bar to the Bolshevists. 
To stop to the east German conquest, 
And the Bolsheviks from coming west. 
It is hoped the Poles will work with zest, 
And of the ''small powers" be the best. 
It has been attacked most every way, 
And is in a bad fix to-day. 
Attach by the Bolsheviks, they say, 
By the Ukranians and Germany. 
And have just now got a chance 
To send their troops that are in France. 
Twenty million people are in this state. 
In the new Poland they did create. 
It has been said by the Red Cross of late, 
Poland is in a deplorable state. 
Devastated so by this great war. 
Has received little aid so far. 
Though very recently Uncle Sam 
Has loaned to Poland fifty million. 
The Red Cross went out into the wilds 
And traveled fifteen hundred miles. 
And what they saw was a sorry scene, 
Distributing food, clothes, and medicine. 
Disease and povertv were also rife, 
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Deprived of the necessities of life, 

Thousand sick on hard beds lying, 

Of typhus, smallpox, and trachoma dying. 

They even said as they went about 

Whole towns were indeed wiped out. 

For weeks the people, it is said, 

Lived on peelings and potato bread. 

And when they got quite out of these, 

On dirty rye and barks of trees. 

And with their bodies cold and frosted, 

They were also quite exhausted. 

The greatest suffering encountered yet 

Was in the marshes of Pribet. 

During four years of war they do declare 

Twenty-five thousand perished there. 

In one village there, some did say. 

Out of one thousand anyway 

One hundred and twenty only left: 

Of kindred and friends they were bereft. 

Of the original population living there, 

Dying of starvation, with no care. 

And even now besides all these. 

Five hundred dying with typhus disease. 

Three or four million of the children still. 

Nearly one-half feeble or ill, 

Five hundred thousand parentless, to put it mild, 

Are running in the country wild, 

And what is worse, not for their good, 

Have little clothing or little food. i 

Thus you see there every day 

How many perish by the way. 

We now hope they'll have a government 

As they have elected a parliament, 

And Paderewski, the great musician, 

Has been elected premier statitician. 

Who seeks for Poland her cause to win, 

Though his enemies shot at him. 

But they only just wounded him so , 

That he around can really go. 

When their new birth was celebrated, 

Had a brilliant scene, was also stated. 

As their affairs they tried to right, 

Dressed in gaudy raiment bright, 

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Their program most without a flaw, 
No liquor drank — against the law. 
He said they needed an army to fight 
And to stand up for their right, 
Land secured for those having none. 
And for workers better income. 
And the nation ought, as a rule, 
To save their language, customs, and school, 
And he said they'd try to fulfill 
And comply with the ''Conference" will. 
And that Poland would be bound 
By the borders set around. 
The Poles deserve the gratitude of all — 
Of all nations, great and small. 
For contributing their own share 
To the fine arts over there. 
And when Napoleon was going to Moscow, 
"We were promised independence, you know. 
But he was defeated at Waterloo, 
So our independence perished, too." 
She did save her national life. 
Fought for others in the strife. 
And we're told she suffered more 
Than in any war before. 
And even in this war again 
Fighting each other, man 'gainst man, 
Some with the Germans did advance, 
Others fighting them in France, 
And her people greatly annoyed, 
Were run over and destroyed. 
So the Germans did 'gainst them advance, 
Suffered more than Belgium or France. 
Neither to Russia nor Germany would they yield, 
Three times she was a battlefield, 
And when the Russians went away. 
Destroyed everything for them, they say. 
In Poland, too, are four million Jews, 
Who should also have their dues. 
Though commercially they did no harm, 
Yet Polanders felt some alarm. 
Though some of them it does really seem 
To the Germans were quite serene, 
As the Germans helped some of them out 
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'Twas natural for them to turn about. 

So the Germans, too, in their aggression 

Sought to save them from oppression. 

Several times they took Warsaw, 

Then again they did withdraw. 

Warsaw is Poland's capital, 

And Posen, too, they want with all; 

Danzig they want, also Posen, 

So they started to fight again. 

So they have been in great distress, 

Being in such a mixed up mess. 

But at last, after being so gritty, 

Danzig is made a real free city. 

So that ships from every clime 

Can reach Poland at this time. 

So we hope they'll better fare. 

As ships land their goods right there; 

There are at least twenty-five million souls, 

Of which at least three-fourths are Poles, 

The Czecho-Slavs and the real Poles 

Have trouble about the Trisben coals, 

As to who shall control the mines, 

The Czecho-Slavs take ethnological lines, 

While the Poles held it in a former time, 

So each one does fuss and repine. 

But we think at last the ''Conference of Peace" 

Will cause this strife at last to cease, 

And we hope Poland will be 

Granted true freedom and liberty, 

And having crossed the turbulent tide. 

Live again in her ancient pride. 



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Russia 

As the history of this Russian race 
In this poem we briefly trace, 
We find they're not enlightened there, 
And with others do ill compare. 
They have been controlled of late, so far, 
By a fickle-minded Czar, 
Who also married a German wife, 
Was probably the cause of losing his life, 
For by marrying this Prussian ''frau," i 

She helped keep up the German row. 
Who by chicanery and her tricks 
Dealt the Russian some hard licks. 
She was a sister of the Kaiser, 
And then he, not any wiser, 
When she with the Czar at length got double. 
She made for him a "peck of trouble." 
Seemed to have little mind of his own, 
And illy fit to wear a crown, 
While the Czarina did often scheme 
Many plots you would not dream. 
And afterwards with such a trend 
She came at last to a tragic end. 
About her end you can read by and by. 
When you read how the Czar did die. 
Or as you read about the Bolshevik, 
How they disposed of them so quick — 
When the Serbian youth did the archduke kill 
And brought on this war, the world's great ill. 
The Serbs were allied to the Russian race. 
Which are called Slavs in every place, 
Are Jugo-Slavs and Slavs called Czech, 
And several other mixed races yet. 
The war-cloud brewing for some time, 
About to burst upon the Rhine, 
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The Russian Czar thought it was wise 
The Russian army to mobihze. 
The Kaiser put the blame on him, 
'Cause mobilization he did begin, 
Also the Kaiser did plainly see 
Russia was one of the "Entente." 
France, England, and Russia all together 
Were all allied then with each other. 
While Italy and Germany, on the other side, 
With Austria-Hungary did abide. 
So at length the world war came about 
By each one getting their forces out. 
And Russia then did not like to shirk, 
So mobilized and went to work. 
But in Russian regions then ere this 
Many things had gone amiss; 
As it was an absolute autocracy. 
And had very little of democracy, 
What the Czar said was also law. 
And with it they must find no flaw, 
And the Czarina used him for a ''cat's paw." 
If the Czar authority they did resist, 
They were apt to be styled a "Nihilist," 
To the Siberian mines, too, they were sent, 
And down into these dungeons went. 
But at length they did the Czar so awe. 
That he at last allowed a "Duma." 
The Kaiser then did blame the Czar, 
But his trouble did not stop by far, 
And matters that had been quite vague 
Czar wanted settled at The Hague, 
The nations having a disputation 
Should settle it by arbitration. 
And several disputes then did bid fair 
To be settled by arbitration there. 
With the Duma he was not cojitent. 
But they shared in the government, 
And when she went into the war 
She gathered forces near and far, 
Until as they all did come along 
Were well-nigh then ten million strong. 
And along the eastern front both great and small. 
Near three million men did fall. 
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They fought there well, too, for a time, 

Though the foe broke the Russian line. 

They had ups and downs there, griefs and fears. 

But held out there for full three years. 

Then through Czarina's plots and malcontent 

The Russian army to pieces went, 

And this, too, not so long before 

The United States entered the war. 

German propaganda and the Empress 

Made wondrous changes — an awful mess. 

Amid rebellion and things corrupt. 

The Russian army soon broke up, 

Some wanted to fight, some not to stay. 

And each one wanted his own way. 

Till at last just like some silly elves 

They got to fighting 'mong themselves. 

Some wanted war, some wanted peace, 

Many tired of war wanted release; 

About this time the greatest trick 

Was the starting up of the Bolshevik. 

Discontented soldiers, too, went home, 

Finally the Czar was overthrown. 

Some plotted one way, some another, 

But mostly Czarina was the bother. 

For she plotted for Kaiser the best she could. 

And did not care for Russian good. 

But finally for causes hardly known 

Nicholas was driven from the throne, 

For they were tired of autocracy, 

Then they wanted a democracy. 

So there was quite a great revolution. 

And also a change in the constitution. 

But such a mixed-up mess were they. 

Hardly knew what they wanted anyway. 

After the Czar was overthrown, 

Kerensky did run things alone. 

Tho' he was then chief premier. 

Had to leave, escape from there. ' 

Though they'd elected officers again, 

They could not control the men. 

At this some people, too, got sick. 

So arose the Bolshevik. 

When the Bolshevik revolution 

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Overthrew the constitution, 
This did not things much enhance, 
So he had to flee to France. 
For a time they knew not where he was, 
None of them dare help his cause. 
For the Bolshevik had their sway, 
Ruled the land, did kill and slay. 
The Bolshevik who wanted ease 
At Brest-Litovsk did meet for peace. 
And in order that the war might cease, 
Brought about an armistice. 
When the council did there assemble, 
Russia then began to tremble. 
For as one might say, 'twas hard to state 
What might be poor Russia's fate. 
The Germans before, being at enmity. 
Claimed no "annexation and indemnity," 
But when assembled, did not refrain 
From satisfying their greed again ; 
Thus this mean set of crafty Prussians 
Sought to gobble up the Russians. 
Some said one thing, and some another. 
Till they broke up and left each other. 
After some time 'mid discontent 
They to another council went ; 
The Bolshevik party, bound to have peace. 
Sacrificed Russia that war might cease. 
When the wily Hun did meet again. 
He wanted Esthonia, Lithuania, and Ukraine. 
Thus these vile wretches just from Prussia 
Gobbled up the lands of Russia. 
Not satisfied to have peace again 
Till they controlled fifty million men. 
And all the coal and wealth and grain 
Of their country and the Ukraine. 
Of this matter some were so sick 
They left control to the Bolshevik, 
Who at length seems really granted 
About all the Germans wanted. 
Then the German Generals to control, 
Marched over Russians as a whole. 
Except those on the western front, 
There to bear the Allies brunt ; 
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Then the Germans got together, 
And severed Russia more than ever. 
And on to Russia more they went, 
And divided up her government. 
Each one tried to get away again — 
Esthonia, Lithuania, and Ukraine, 
And even the Finnish government, too, 
Turn over to see what it could do. 
At length the people most in despair. 
The Bolshevik did their rule declare. 
Then those opposing them in their way 
They did torture, kill, and slay. 
If you want to know more of their tricks, 
See my poem on the Bolsheviks. 
Then their government did arise 
And everybody did surprise. 
For they were bound to have their way, 
Amid Bolshevism and anarchy. 
Under Lenine and ruler Trotsky. 
While they were fixing, not to bust. 
Other governments formed more just, 
One along the Archangel front, 
Which a long time bore the brunt. 
To which the Allies gave some aid, 
And the Bolshevik did raid. 
Another one east, quite far away. 
Was the government of Siberia. 
Then aided by the Czecho-Slovak, 
They drove the Bolsheviki back. 
Then there was another muss 
About the Crimea and Caucasus, 
The Bolshevik that country did surround, 
To conquer them at length were bound. 
The Bolshevik had to give some ground, 
All kinds of soldiers with them found. 
For most of them did also consist 
Of those compelled there to enlist; 
Being near starvation anyway. 
Got some coarse grub, a little pay, 
Though they're getting weaker in the line. 
They may hold out yet for some time. 
But there's little fear and little doubt 
But at last they'll be driven out, 
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And if the Allies will only help, 
They will kill this cruel whelp. 
And they even now say there to-day 
They are dying themselves anyway, 
For such a vile system is so low, 
It bears the seeds of internal woe. 
And even if left to itself, you know. 
It must crumble and surely go 
As they did in the French revolution, 
When they got such an institution, 
So we hope in a while anyway, 
They'll be freed from Bolsheviki sway, 
And we hope soon come to herself, 
Be reconstructed, increase in wealth. 
Till she again is not far behind 
The rest of the nations of mankind. 



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England 

There is a place they call England 

Where people think they're rather grand, 

And very favorably compare 

With any people anywhere. 

"Angle Land" is its real name, 

For its triangular all the same. 

Its people, too, have found the way 

For freedom and democracy. 

They have made steady and rapid pace, 

Compared with any other race. 

Though this race is somewhat mixed. 

Many other nations have they fixed. 

Their descendants are the ones to-day 

That in progress lead the way. 

They are the Anglo-Saxon race. 

Whose development we now might trace. 

The English and Americans are 

Foremost in peace, if not in war. 

War is a sign of degradation, 

Not of progress and civilization, 

For they believe in the pursuits of peace. 

That cruel war should ever cease. 

And do not believe that ''might is right," 

Like the cruel brutes that fight. 

Democracy has in England grew, 

And in the nations that she went to. 

These ideas she learned so well 

In the days of Oliver Cromwell, 

When her kings she thought not right 

She would then against them fight. 

By fighting them with power and might 

She secured the "petition of right"; 

After this victory, by keeping it up. 

Finally the "Magna Charta" got. 

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They were noted for their bravery, 

And to be against all slavery. 

Not only did England wish to be free, 

But helped other nations, too, you see. 

The American nation had it awhile, 

But it did the North so rile 

Till at last it did get free 

By the Northerners' victory. 

The Pilgrims for religious liberty 

Came to this far-off country. 

Because religious freedom was not then 

The inalienable right of many men. 

They thought freedom of such worth, 

For this purpose they went forth, 

And as those ideas they did express, 

They did make here great progress. 

And now the English race in every land 

Are a fine, progressive band. 

Though England has a King, 'tis also said 

He is mostly a figurehead, 

For to prevent any anarchy 

Have a constitutional monarchy. 

Now during the American Revolution 

They had not such a constitution, 

Then the King did as he pleased 

And the colonies a little squeezed; 

Was partly, too, of German blood, 

Done for himself all that he could ; 

Like the Hohenzollern, did not consider right 

As long as he could "squeeze 'em tight," 

Till with France's aid they got away. 

And got their freedom in that day. 

But the people then were undecided, 

So these nations were divided. 

But we're very glad now to say 

They're helping each other again to-day. 

And 'tis the ''White man's burden," through war 

or peace, 
To cause all war and strife to cease, 
For the rule of these countries is so grand, 
Is thought much of in every land 
And their design and rule will be 
To lead the nations in futurity. 
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Though first in the arts of war, desire peace, 
That all the wars in the world should cease. 
First in art and science, too, 
No telling now what they may do; 
Instead of Germany holding sway, 
They will have the right of way — 
And 'twas when the Hun cut up that caper. 
Calling the treaty a "scrap of paper," 
And that power, too, was also right. 
Instead of right, too, being might. 
That England could no longer brook 
And withstand the dire outlook. 
Though Germany tried to get her in. 
That they together the world might win, 
England said, "No, it is not right; 
We will not join with you and fight," 
But in her high, exalted station 
Wanted no war with any nation, 
For she had so many wars gone through — - 
And had a little religion, too — 
While Germany had little, or had none. 
So the war was then begun. 
She deemed a treaty of little worth 
For the nations of the earth. 
So England with Germany would not go in, 
Whether she did lose or win. 
But when Germany cut up such a caper 
And threw aside the "scrap of paper," 
Though she dreaded England more, 
More than ever she did before — 
England, to make treaties respected, 
Could no longer be rejected, 
bid not stay out, gave her consent. 
And into the awful war she went. 
Though for war by no means prepared, 
Cast in her lot, with others shared, 
And as best she could, seeking peace of course. 
She mobilized her army force, 
And sent them over into France 
To stop the willful Huns' advance. 
And by this means at length, they say. 
Stopped the Germans on their way. 
Had it not been for the Belgians and them 
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The Huns would have taken Paris then. 
And after into the war she went, 
They spies into her colonies sent, 
To make things then still more abrupt, 
By stirring all of her colonies up, 
And seeking them for the Hun to gain. 
But all their efforts were in vain. 
For she has colonies, and owns them yet, 
Upon which the "sun does never set," 
And the British banner is unfurled 
Over one-fourth around world. 
Though a little island, too, is she, 
Yet she controls a large quantity. 
In all the continents but one 
This little 'Tsle" is not outdone, 
And her Union Jack floats in every breeze. 
As she's ''Mistress of the seas." 
But given to industry and erudition. 
She only sent an expedition 
To stop the Germans' quick advance, 
To help Russia and also France. 
First she did her position state, 
And sought the trouble to abate, 
But this the Germans did deride. 
So on the war she did decide. 
Though for it she was not prepared, 
She it with the others shared. 
And got together four million men 
And went into a war again, 
And held out, too, for four years, 
'Mid sacrifice and grief and tears, 
And with her own and the Allies' strength, 
Came out victorious, too, at length. 
The Germans this to circumvent 
Tried to stir up a resentment 
In her colonies by the way, 
In India and in Africa, 
But English rule had been so bland, 
Thought so much of in every land, 
Building a church, school, and a "court'* 
Where the people would them support; 
And if they do not them receive, 
No people nowadays can live. 
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How different is the Hun report ! 
Instead of these, they build a fort; 
The nations also they oppress, 
And make of them a mixed-up mess.' 
While the English colonies near and far 
Did help her also in the war. 
While the Kaiser sought with so much zest 
To control the East, also the West, 
And thereto had done his best, 
Sought the Turk and Moslem to bind, 
But came out at last so far behind, 
In a great and "holy war," 
Got defeated there by far. 
Though it's the first time there's been a split 
Among the followers of Mohamet. 
And to beat the British so very bad 
To get a railroad to Bagdad, 
That the Hun might be a ruler great, 
Presiding over the world in state, 
That over the nations might dominate 
Like Alexander, too, the Great. 
Found the Moslems on the alert, 
Arabia and India against the Turk. 
England had ruled so just and right, 
They all helped her in her fight. 
Though far off in different stations 
Mixed up, too, these foreign nations. 
Even the Indian Moslem chief 
Joined with her and brought relief. 
Thus we see under English rule 
India did not play the fool, 
And England took many men away, 
And left not one out there to stay. 
Her colonies, better than ever before, 
Were so good to their ''Mother," 
And old England did hold so dear, 
Two million men did volunteer. 
They thought her cause so just and right, 
Were willing to help her in the fight, 
And to their gift added another. 
And made a big loan to their Mother. 
More than this, said it was a gift. 
So that it she need not lift, 
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And still better gave with no such zest, 
Said they would not take any interest. 
Thus these heathen had turned about 
Better than any nations out 
Those who were heathen there before 
Went as Christians to the war, 
And twenty thousand by the government 
To fight for England there were sent. 
Praying ''in the trenches" in Jesus' name, 
Those Indian forces died the same, 
And though they died and suffered loss, 
They fought under the Saviour's cross. 
Besides those dying, so fought the rest, 
And India's thousands did their best. 
Indeed, the Indians, 'tis understood. 
Fought "over there" just mighty good. 
And besides sixty thousands more, they say, 
Are waiting to be baptized to-day. 
They for old England done all they could. 
These nations were baptized with blood. 
So those from Canada, we might say, 
And Australia, too, fought the same way, 
Who entered in with all their might, 
And helped to win this mighty fight. 
Who, by their strength and bravery 
With many Germans got away, 
And did help England to besiege 
At Aisne and at Vimy ridge. 
And fought also a very long time 
In Egypt, Turkey, and Palestine. 
Bravely fought and did not shirk. 
Took the "Holy Land" too, from the Turk, 
And took Jerusalem and Mt. Olivet, 
That the Kaiser had not got yet. 
Though there he did a palace build. 
But his wish was not fulfilled. 
That there his banner might be unfurled. 
And from this throne might rule the world. 
As there like Christ, "Me und Gott," 
He, too, might rule on the same spot. 
And from there also his legions send. 
That his "Kingdom might have no end." 
In the place also where the Master trod, 

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He might rule with an "iron rod," 
A Httle different from the "Son of God," 
Though he claimed in his path to trod; 
But instead of him the Jews are sent 
Under the British Government, 
And the cruel Turk had to resign. 
And Christians rule over Palestine. 
Ruled not by Moslem vanity, 
But by Judaism and Christianity, 
And the Jewish nations at this time 
Are going back to Palestine. 
So these nations all so grand. 
Lent such aid to old England, 
They all joined and helped their mother, 
Just like any real big brother. 
Though she, too, did use her might. 
Was not prepared for such a fight. 
Till Uncle Sam got riled up, too. 
Then he helped the British through, 
For England had all she could do, 
When old Russia got so blue. 
Then "Uncle Sam," the war to win, 
With "Johnny Bull" also pitched in, 
Pulled off his coat, rolled up his sleeve. 
Without asking the great Kaiser's leave, 
Though the Kaiser had warned him long before 
He must help England no more. i 

"And you must not sail a ship at sea. 
Without my leave," also quoth he. 
Though a time or two a family feud we trace, 
Which to any family is a disgrace. 
They let "bygones be bygones," they say. 
And a little affection did display 
As they thought 'twas for the best, 
And for both of their interest, 
So with the Allies kept up the fight 
Till victory come around all right. 
Each one had raised four million men 
And fought in France, till peace again. 
Had the women help them to get through. 
Work in the factories and Red Cross, too. 
In England alone no less were found 
Than about four hundred thousand, 
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And many of the maimed Englishmen, 

When they were wounded went back again, 

And meeting the Germans on Flanders field. 

To superior forces they would not yield. 

And so her forces until the last 

Did die or conquer, as in the past, 

With the Union Jack floating o'er their head, 

The Englishmen their blood did shed. 

The laboring man and the man of thought 

On Flanders field to death were brought. 

Till the stubborn foe was overcome, 

And at last the victory won. 

If you wish to see of the English more, 

Read the English Song we've written before. 



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Chinese 

The Chinese are very far away, 
And they don't know much, they say, 
Though they have in their university 
Thousands of students, by the way, 
In one institution in Pekin alone, 
Where their learning has its home. 
'Tis true they differ a little from us, 
Their learning being from Confucius, 
The chief tenets be taught and their beauty 
Is that every man should do his duty; 
This amid life's din and strife 
Is the objective of life. 
But of late there's a new creation, 
As they get modern civilization. 
And as you know of autocracy are sick. 
And have become a republic. 
And many are studying in this country, too. 
And our colleges go through, 
And know more than they get credit for, 
Though entering late into the war. 
But they have been ill treated so, 
It's no wonder they go slow, 
But they want to do the best they can, 
Though obstructed by Japan, 
Who, wanting yet still more room, 
Conquered China very soon, 
And then, too, for Korea went, 
Even then were not content, 
For the Japanese are great to fight, 
Whether wrong or whether right. 
While China so peacefully inclined, 
Though in some things she's far behind. 
Though now getting Western civilization. 
Yet are becoming quite a nation. 
Though claiming, too, celestial birth, 
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Are behind many peoples of the earth. 
But yet they do quite high aspire, 
CalUng China the ''Celestial Empire." 
Though she is somewhat abrupt, 
Is taking great pains to catch up, 
And she is quite a large pavilion, 
Numbering over four hundred million. 
Thus the Chinese take quite a place, 
Being one-third of the human race. 
The Chinaman is somewhat harrassed, 
And in the presence of "Whites" embarrassed. 
Of this there is very little use. 
And yet there may be some excuse. 
Not as some folks do often claim 
They are really short of brain — 
For those who do their language learn, 
Must have a big brain in them born. 
The late Chinese are more alive, 
Reduced their letters to forty-five, 
Since they see so many are no use. 
And for thousands have no excuse. 
Relatively they wish them to fix. 
Like the English, too, with twenty-six. 
For as among them "Whites" are sent, 
Better features do they present, 
They think the whites are some better sages. 
Though they had learning there for ages. 
And celestial knowledge had been given, 
For their emperor was the "son of heaven," 
And far above us poor terrestrials. 
They call themselves the great "Celestials." 
That means they are a heavenly race. 
Though they go at a slow pace, 
And for some things Chinese are famed. 
Many inventions by them claimed : 
Such things as these we must confess 
As gunpowder and mariner's compass ; 
And though among them may be some flaws, 
Have yet a perfect code of laws. 
Given to them by Confucius, 
Which they claim will, too, beat us; 
But with their learning and erudition. 
Are given much to superstition ; 
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They believe there is a great dragon, too, 

That causes destruction in China, too. 

And though ''Celestial" their forbears, 

They worship, too, their ancestors. 

And they have such good memories, 

Can name them back for centuries. 

And their young minds have such a bent. 

They've learned the whole of the New Testament. 

Now that is going some, you say. 

And beats Americans anyway. 

But they are not so very nice, 

Living mostly on tea and rice. 

Barbarians came to China in the early day, 

But very long did not hold sway; 

First came the Tartars to their dismay, 

Who also did them kill and slay. 

But some of these were driven away, 

And did not long hold sovereignty. 

Then to beat the barbarians all, 

China built her mighty wall ; 

Think what it must have cost them, too. 

To build a wall 'bout eight feet through. 

But even this did not keep away 

The conquering Manchu dynasty. 

These Manchus were too hard to please, 

And did the smaller Chinese squeeze. 

And to be sure they would not fail, 

Compelled them to wear a "long pig tail," 

Which lately they have, too, cut off. 

As foreigners do too at them scoff. 

That they also might the Chinese beat, 

They made them squeeze their little feet, 

And like babies they had to go, 

And could hardly walk, you know, 

Like some Americans we know. 

With such small shoes they also go. 

We heard of a girl in Chicago 

Who really cut off her little toe, 

In order to have a little, neat foot. 

That she a small shoe on It might put; 

Who does the Chinese also blame, 

But they themselves have little brain, 

And as around the town they go, 

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Have small understanding above, below. 
The Chinese lately struck such a blow, 
The Manchu dynasty had to go, 
And, since ideas they've gathered quick,* 
They have become a republic, 
And laid aside old autocracy, 
And established a democracy. 
This we're told, and does seem true, 
Is mostly to missionaries due. 
Who preached to them the gospel plan, 
"Fatherhood of God, brotherhood of man.'* 
Though they at first were a little beat 
And the gospel would not greet, 
As they sought to preach to them some, 
Arose the great "Boxer Rebellion." 
For they sought it to uproot. 
Judging foreigners by their fruit, 
Who mostly came there for the loot, 
And what they carried away to boot, 
Until they then began to cavil, 
And called them then the "foreign devil." 
And these foreign devils would not quit. 
Imposed on them the opium habit. 
And as the ships came to China one by one. 
Brought also a thousand gallons of rum, 
And once in awhile carried a missionary reported, 
While this vile business was supported. 
Thus the Chinese mind was really dazed. 
The preacher to quell the devils raised. 
Until the Chinese themselves to-day 
Are trying to drive this curse away. 
And while we blow out temperance horn. 
They're protesting against "John Barleycorn." 
For the saloonkeepers even now, they say, 
Are forcing this curse on them to-day, 
While in this country they can't get drunk, 
Poor China, helpless, must be sunk. 
We're glad they're gathering up their spunk. 
As if she's had not quite enough 
Of trouble, too, outside this stuff, 
And Japan going for her, too. 
So that she hardly knows what to do ; 
But for Japanese another way she's got, 
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For her goods she does boycott. 
Helping also, too, by this very way 
To make Japan, too, dearly pay. 
So by foreign countries treated so, 
Into the war she would not go. 
But when America went in, 
They thought the war they'd help to win. 
About America there is one thing 
That helped the Chinese join the ring. 
After the Boxer uprising at that time, 
We imposed on them a fine. 
When the time was up the fine to pay, 
We decided to remit it anyway; 
This took them a little by surprise. 
And made them open their almond eyes, 
For they were not used to such a thing as this, 
They did not think we would this miss. 
To return "good for evil," they had not thought 
This by Christians was only taught. 
Confucius they thought was pretty good, 
But let him beat this if he could ; 
Thus of good they were advised. 
Though our missionaries sacrificed. 
So then they understood us better. 
And this broke then the iron fetter. 
By obeying the Bible as we go, 
Being kind even to our foe. 
And do this, we always should, 
Instead of evil "returning good." 
Not like some of them did say, 
"These foreign devils will get their pay." 
For in the Bible, it is said, 
"Heap coals of fire on their head," 
And as the coals on their heads do burn, ^ 

Their better natures will return. 
This is far the better way, 
Than to hate and kill and slay, 
Like the Germans also do, 
Called a Christian nation, too; 
So we did not China fool. 
Who sent her children here to school, 
And even for friendship, too, so far 
Has helped to join us in the war. 
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For the money we refused to take, 

She spent for her schooling at any rate, 

And the money we gave them there, 

We ourselves did really share. 

So we see where'er we go, 

Nations "reap what they do sow." 

Not only did they help quite fair, 

Sent five hundred thousand ''over there." 

But are to-day, as never before. 

Opening to us the Chinese door, 

And asking us to enter in, 

And a new era to begin. 

While Japan is so selfish, too, they say, 

They are boycotting her goods to-day. 

And this great celestial empire 

Does to greater things aspire, 

And she will not allow Japan 

With her heathenism to lead the van, 

Especially as Japan and Tokio 

Are running things at Kaiachou, 

Which is making quite a fuss — 

The birthplace of Confucius. 

So we'll get back only some good 

For helping China all Vv^e could, 

And in the future, by and by, 

Will on America more rely. 

So to do right does always pay. 

To return ''good for evil" every day. 

Though this is not the way of the world, 

It is Christianity unfurled. 

That you "should always to others do 

As you wish them to do to you." 



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Japan 

The Japanese think they are grand, 
As fine as any in the land. 
It matters not what CaUfornians think, 
The Japanese are not going to sink. 
Though mostly called a heathen race. 
With other nations seek their place. 
They are about the last autocracy. 
The liberals favor democracy. 
The autocracy with the military classed, 
By the liberals they are surpassed. 
The military class, ruling at this time, 
Claim, like the Kaiser, the right divine. 
Japan imitated also the Hun, 
By them, too, well-nigh overcome. 
And would not have gone into the war 
Had it not been for the liberals there. 
There are four classes in Japan, 
The Mikado does head the van. 
With him there is the "upper ten," 
And most of all the military men. 
And whether for woe or whether weal, 
They follow the Germans' old ideal. 
Then the officials of the upper class 
The rest of them for peasants pass. 
Of these sixty million Japanese, 
Most of them are Nipponese. 
The last five years of civilization 
Has made of them a modern nation. 
*Bout the size of Montana is their land. 
But they are quite a stirring band. 
Though almond-eyed, like the Chinese, 
Keep ahead of China quite a piece. 
And since the missionaries entered there. 
Are getting along, too, pretty fair, 

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And in the East there, as a rule, 
They have at least the public school. 
And in this country, as a rule, 
Beat our students here in school. 
In four years in their avocation 
Have risen to a credit nation. 
Advancing in science and in art, 
Of civilization quite a part; 
During this time have gained so fast, 
Raised from *' lower" as ''middle" classed. 
Somewhat egotistic, do us surprise, 
A great deal yet to Christianize. 
Though they owe their elevation 
Mostly to some Christian nation, 
But some Christians do now dislike, 
And claim they are not doing right. 
Though they have, and told her why, 
Taken England for their great ally. 
Have been also quite fairly good. 
Helping the allies as they should. 
And were promised in China, too, Shantung, 
If they^d help the war along. 
They claim they are not treated right, 
Since they helped them in the fight, 
But more than any one else so far. 
The Japanese profited by the war; 
But she does not like it well, they say. 
Because she can't have things her way 
About the Japs in California, 
And her holdings, too, in China. 
And she's anxious to hold sway 
In Kiao Chau — held by Germany. 
After she drove the German's out 
And turned things there quite round about. 
For all along the Japanese 
Have manipulated the Chinese. 
And China has been ill at ease 
Since with Japan she has made peace. 
Though four hundred million are the Chinese, 
And sixty million the Japanese, 
But most of the country of the Chinese 
Seem inclined to live in peace. 
While the Japanese, like the Hun so far, 
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Seem more inclined to go to war, 
Since with China she has made peace, 
For a Httle more does tightly squeeze. 
As to her industry, the Japanese 
In manufactories do increase; 
Firms for war and firms for peace 
Now with other nations does contend 
And her manufactured goods does send, 
Trying other nations also to beat. 
As she sells her goods so cheap. 
Into China, also in India, too, 
Making other nations blue. 
Moreover seeks to get on a level, 
Though calling Wilson a "Kaiser devil,'* 
And says that many of the Americans 
Are acting too like the barbarians. 
Because they are not them among. 
Who say that they shall have Shantung. 
She has gobled up Korea also, they say, 
And wants the islands anyway, 
And with the missionary is not fair. 
Who helped this heathen nation there. 
She also tried it in Mexico, 
But Uncle Sam did for her go. 
Another problem she has to face, 
Is the equality of race. 
Though colored, small, and almond-eyed, 
This yellow race has lots of pride, 
And on the whole, are quite alert. 
As their ideas they do support, 
But think it, too, quite a disgrace 
Not to be equal to any race. 
Insisted also in the League of Nations 
They might have exalted stations. 
If this idea could not be granted, 
At least Shantung, in China, wanted. 
As she did help in the war, they say. 
In China and Siberia, 
And in China too she does hold sway. 
Controlling many interests and railways. 
So the League of Nations to have peace, 
The German interests did release. 
While the Chinese said it was not fair, 

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And withdrew from the League right there. 
But we understand, after trouble so long, 
The Japs are preparing to give up Shantung. 
Not only this — wish to be nationalized, 
Since many lives they sacrificed. 
For those who had in the army been 
Might by law be a citizen, 
But otherwise, the laws relate, 
Were not citizens of the state, 
And their laws do also state 
Only such a number can migrate, 
And California has done much kicking, 
And the Government been licking, 
Because they allowed any Japs of late 
To enter in at the "Golden Gate," 
But now are doing a good deal more. 
And alarming them more than before. 
Not only have they made it the rule, 
They shall not attend the public school. 
But they want to stop them, too, they say. 
From coming in another way. 
The way they speak of is not by New York, 
But the way they come is by the "stork." 
Or in other words, they do decide 
To people this country by a bride. 
Which is all right for the Japanese men, 
But for the U. S. a great problem. 
By the "gentlemen's agreement" yet again 
Comes twenty-five hundred married men. 
Cupid goes at it just like a streak, 
^Shooting fifty Japs a week. 
When they made this Jap agreement, 
On the "lovers" did not comment. 
Now the Japs the officers deride. 
As the Jap brings over his bride. 
And have also a curious way 
Of making matches, too, they say. 
Though it seems quite a little strange, 
Cupid shoots at a long range, 
But he generally shoots straight to the mark 
As the arrow hits the heart, 
Shot from California by the Japanese, 
Flies ten thousand miles across the seas; 
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Then though the Japs are so far apart, 
Hits his girl right in the heart, 
Then for America she does start, 
And from all relatives does depart. 
First a Jap photo over is sent, 
Then his bow is broken or bent; 
If the picture she does like, 
Cupid hits the mark all right. 
Then he asks her for her hand, 
And starts off for his native land. 
And when he does get over there, 
Is married to his lady fair. 
Then comes on the honeymoon, 
That they enjoy too very soon. 
Across the ocean they do ride. 
And he comes back with his new bride, 
And takes her to his little home. 
No more around the world to roam. 
The birthrate of the Japs is high. 
And divorce they do deny. 
For this you cannot the Japs blame, 
Like Americans who play the game. 
Some places one divorce in four. 
And then they go and marry more. 
Not so the heathen Japanese, 
Who seem to live at home in peace, 
Though he gives his life and home 
To a lover before unknown. 
Families to Japs have also arisen. 
Sometimes five and often seven. 
And to their children native-born 
Land can come, too, in their turn. 
So to these wily Japanese 
Many land-owners will increase. 
So this ''picture bride" emigration 
Is creating a great sensation. 
Two thousand came to ** Frisco" alone 
Just last year to find a home. 
And in order to stop this emigration 
There must be some legislation, 
Or else the Japanese will stay 
And settle this country anyway. 
And now we see the Japs at the start, 
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For the Yankees are too smart, 

And settle here to their dismay, 

And with this country get away. 

Though Americans have helped them out, 

Now they turn quite 'round about. 

No wonder that they want a place, 

And seek equality of race. 

If more of them you want to know, 

See how for Koreans they did go 

In the Korean revolutions, 

Trying to fix their institutions. 



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Turk 

You've all heard of the cruel Turk, 

Who prays but does his dirty work. 

He often prays three times a day, 

That's all it amounts too, anyway. 

His religion is called the Moslem, 

Has many wives and a great harem ; 

He's called a Moslem, it is said. 

As he's a follower of Mohammed. 

Believes in a future paradise. 

Where he will have many wives. 

He has a religion of some sort. 

And kills people just for sport. 

But this Turkey gobbler did long strut, 

Now he himself is gobbled up. 

For he was not so very much wiser 

Than the former German Kaiser. 

When he joined the Hun alliance, 

And bid the Allies all defiance. 

They told him he'd be gobbled up. 

For he always was a dirty pup; 

And now since he is beat, they say, 

He's looking to America 

To help him now to get on his feet. 

Before he is too badly beat, 

As he has met such sad defeat. 

Which for him is only mete, 

And afraid he won't get much to eat, 

Though he no one else would spare, 

And slayed the people everywhere; 

It seems he does until this day 

Keep on killing anyway. 

His atrocities are so very many. 

We'll give a few, if we give any, 

Which have occurred over there, so far 

During this ''European" war. 

The Hun, of course, is most to blame 

For trying to get the Turk the same, 

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Just in order to get a name, 

Enticed the Turks into the game. 

And when she took her as her ally, 

German generals did supply, 

Who told them they must do or die, 

And gave them little reason why. 

As the Kaiser belonged to a Christian nation, 

This was quite a new relation. 

That a Christian and Moslem should work 

together 
Was something to be thought of, never; 
But he was bound to use his skill, 
To have the Turk to do his will. 
Do all he could to slay and kill. 
So this hated and cruel Turk 
Did not this noble duty shirk. 
Rolled up his sleeves and went to work, 
To vent his vengeance like a streak 
Upon the Armenian and the Greek. 
Also others they did seek 
That they thought a little weak. 
The Greeks also, even now it's claimed 
Are persecuted and greatly lamed. 
Who occupy about one-third 
Of the land of this Turkish herd. 
Who from the Turks now want release, 
And ruled alone by their country, Greece. 
The Turks going farther, it's been their plan 
To convert the Greeks to the Moslem. 
This would not be so bad, of course. 
If they'd not do it too by force. 
Though judging by the way they act, 
I don't wonder the Greeks stand pat. 
For 'tis the nature of this Moslem horde 
To convert the people by the sword. 
But this would not be quite so bad 
If, like the Huns, were not war mad. 
For they have no mercy on their foes. 
And bring on them the worst of woes. 
By this wily and cruel Turk 
Many Christians were sent to work, 
Their daily ration, it is said. 
Was but a half a loaf of bread, 
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And added to this a little dish, 

Two olives and a little fish. 

The Greeks, whether they willed or no, 

Were to war compelled to go. 

And under war labor and exposure 

Died by the thousands more and more. 

Two hundred and fifty thousand escaped from 

Thrace, 
And the Turks did take their place. 
And those that on the Turks relied 
Were cruelly tortured till they died. 
They died from famine and disease, 
From typhus and cholera got no release. 
Thousands from Asia led away 
Into Turkish captivity. 
In Kerasunda three hundred went away, 
And eighty-eight towns burned, they say. 
Thirty thousand marched in winter, too; 
One-fourth perished 'fore they got through. 
At another place called Aladia 
The wives and daughters outraged, they say; 
"One or two more raids," the governor said. 
And all the Grecians would be dead. 
''All the males will then be dead," said he, 
*'The women we'll kick into the sea." 
In Samson and Trab were taken away 
One hundred and fifty thousand, they say. 
And many girls could not be found. 
Jumped in the river and were drowned. 
The total deaths of those carried away, 
Four hundred and fifty thousand, any way. 
On the labor battalions they, too, relied ; 
One hundred and fifty thousand died. 
Not only their enemy, the Greek, 
But Armenians, too, they now did seek. 
For six weeks Dr. Jessup in Tabriz 
Suffered their many indignities. 
Among its members was a Miss Bridge, 
Who was in the mission orphanage. 
"The Turks and Kurds tried her to abduct." 
Said the Doctor, Rev. JCvSsup; 
Carried on vandalism and such strife 
Till Dr. Jessup sacrificed his life. 
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Was very persistent as a rule, 

Done much' harm there to the school. 

An officer there interposed, 'tis said, 

And he himself was there shot dead. 

He was told the American Government 

Would hold him to a strict account : 

They were put on horseback to be taken away, 

But were rescued by an officer that day. 

After they started they would not stop, 

Mrs. Hilton died, too, from the shock. 

But after this give up would not, 

A bishop and a priest were shot. 

They stoned and clubbed the Christians there. 

And the refugees did massacre. 

Dr. Mace was hanged without respect, 

A Serbian murdered while he slept. 

These things are comparatively small 

To what Armenians suffered all. 

According to the committee of relief. 

They starved by famine and came to grief. 

Thousands of refugees, survivors say. 

Were taken from home, taken away, 

Forced to the Syrian desert awhile. 

Had to travel a hundred mile. 

Hundreds killed or died on the way, 

And hundreds massacred, they say. 

Hundreds of girls from their mothers torn. 

No one knows where they were borne. 

Taken by the Turk, Kurd, or Caucasian, 

They were never seen again. 

Scores of them you might see 

Naked and in captivity. 

Suffering from their many beatings, 

Scorched from sun-blistered heatings. 

And those who could not get released 

Were bartered off just like a beast. 

Often after their fathers had ransomed them, 

Saw them sabered by these men ; 

Tabood on lips, forehead, or chin, 

To mark them as a real Moslem. 

Sometimes five thousand along were borne, 

Sometimes a ransom for their return ; 

When this ransom they could not pay, 

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They began to kill and slay. 
And still did take the girls one day, 
After two thousand was given away, 
To a great Caucasian Bey, 
But they afterwards got away; 
He asked them to sign a paper, they say. 
That they'd paid nothing, anyway. 
Because this order would not obey, 
Bound them again and took them away. 
They were treated also as bitter foes. 
Slew the men and took their clothes. 
At another time at a house did call, 
One hundred and fifty there in all — 
Took all their clothes and with their knives 
Took the women's and children's lives. 
Thirty- three boys and girls were saved, 
That their fiendish nature craved, 
But those to them who were no good, 
They misused the worst they could. 
And many, as the record saith. 
Beaten badly or clubbed to death. 
This is the story that was told 
By a girl eighteen years old. 
Other incidents are related also, they say. 
By Paxa, Brantjohn, and Kennedy, 
Where they saw three hundred men 
And children naked, and even women, 
Burned by the sun and blistered o'er 
Until their backs were very sore ; 
Such pain they really could not bear. 
And ran into the water there. 
A girl sold to an Arab one day 
Took to her heels and ran away; 
An Arab girl took her in her tent, 
And in there eighteen months she spent, 
When she finally ran away again. 
Reached at length the town of Mosban. 
Another story is told again 
By Arpenah Der Horntmian : 
This girl did not wish any one to fool. 
Being a teacher in a high school. 
She saw to her very great surprise 
Her grandpa killed before her eyes, 
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And saw two or three hundred men 
Sabered and shot down there again; 
Arm to arm bound were these men, 
And shot "down then in groups of ten. 
Saw children killed, young women and wives, 
With iron-studded clubs and knives. 
Their bodies were a most awful scene, 
Set fire with oil and paraffin — 
These things were done in the town of Shecken, 
On a hill near Sheladin. 
Afterwards those sent off for good 
Were not able to get any food ; 
They had, the Sheckens, money to pay 
Not to send them far away. 
Arpenah, taken from one to another, 
Finally escaped there with her brother. 
This young woman was finally bound 
And held down onto the ground 
When the Turkish soldiers then "boohood,'* 
While her face was then tabood. 
One hundred young Armenian men, 
Who dressed as girls were caught again, • 
And put to death, too, near Checkem. 
And one of these that did survive 
Was thrown to the ground and flayed alive. 
And while his quivering flesh did shiver, 
He was thrown into the river. 
Since the signing of the armistice 
Many girls have been released. 
They are now setting many free 
To escape the penalty. 
Those they had in their home with them, 
They are setting free again. 
And some of them, they also say. 
Are rescued by our own army. 
Many of the women you there do meet, 
Carry their babies in the street ; 
Others crazed, you may be sure, 
Wander 'round the country o'er. 
From starvation and exposure. 
Another story is told again 
By Victorie Varshandian. 
We give her story here in brief, 
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Given by the committee on relief. 
This story, too, as told by her: 
Her father had a shop at Nevshor, 
In her narrative she had reported 
Her father and brothers had departed, 
They had need for much alarm. 
Her father was killed by a Gendarme. 
They had quite a fortune, we are told, 
Having two thousand then in gold. 
When from fear of them did shiver. 
Reached Den-Es-Zar on the river. 
There found a congregation of refugees. 
About seven thousand families. 
While at Den-Es-Zar, Murad, or Suvar, 
Saw twenty priests just taken there. 
For the Turks done there just as they willed. 
Took them away and shot or killed. 
Those were taken then and bound together, 
As they stayed there near the river. 
In this river saw from aloft, 
Men and women with heads cut off. 
After given a ransom, cut up this caper. 
After having them sign a paper. 
Next day after doing this, just then 
Shot down there three hundred men, 
Then they were placed in the road again. 
And Zaki Bey drove over them. 
And said, as he got so very bold. 
He'd kill the boys under two years old. 
She saw them also kill the men 
By driving wooden stakes through them, 
And two of them that did survive, 
Were at last, too, burned alive; 
And such was the awful sacrifice, 
Killing women and children with their knives. 
And two hundred boys that there did shiver, 
Killed or kicked into the river. 
From this slaughter escaped her mother, 
And at last they found one brother, 
But one who got free by bribery 
Was again taken into custody. 
And they did give no reason why. 
Said to his mother, "I'm going to die; 
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Give me your hand, I will it kiss; 
Your dear son you'll greatly miss; 
Forgive me if I've done wrong to you; 
Goodby, dear sister Victorie, too. 
By these cruel Turks I have to die — 
And now, dear mother, I say good-by." 
It is said Turkish Pasha has resigned, 
Since these things on him they find. 
Envor Pasha, Djemal Pasha, and Talast Bey 
Have been condemned at last, they say; 
Envor Pasha, who went still farther, 
Is wanted also for theft and murder. 
For when he left it did transpire. 
Stole twenty-five million from the empire. 
He is accused of directing, too, thus far. 
The Armenian and Greek massacre. 
And though to Caucasia he ran away, 
In due time he may get his pay. 
Not only these nations trouble had, 
But they treated prisoners bad; 
Out of twenty-five hundred prisoners, they say, 
Only five hundred are left to-day. 
If a prisoner could not walk, being so sick, 
Was knocked about with a big stick. 
And if he was sick and couldn't get up, 
Was knocked down with a rifle butt. 
And when on sick-beds they were lying, 
Doctors refused to aid the dying. 
And some of them that did survive 
Were even burned up, too, alive. 
For their cruel deeds they'll have to pay. 
As now they slice up old Turkey. 
And the Allies now will never shirk, 
Now they have to do the work. 
For just lately we have heard 
They're carving up this Turkey bird. 
Just like Germany, they say, 
And giving some of her away. 
Syria, Mesopotamia, and Palestine, 
Armenia and Arabia, along this line; 
They told her what they'd do before, 
If she went into this war, 
But she thought 'twould just be fun, 
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And listened to the lying Hun : 
Now she reaps the bad outcome. 
She would not listen, around did strut, 
Now she herself is gobbled up; 
Now at last she has learned to know, 
Nations "reap what they do sow." 
And the Turk has to return once more 
What he stole and took before. 
So this Turkey bird can hardly walk, 
With drooping wings can hardly squawk, 
And even from St. Sophia, they say, 
She's inclined to turn away. 
This is the Mosque in Constantinople, 
Where reside the Turkish people. 
This church was built by Christians, they say, 
But taken by the Turks away; 
Supposed 'twas built by Constantine the Great, 
Has been rebuilt several times of late. 
And this city is always packed. 
It has been many times ransacked. 
Though built in about 328, 
Has several times met a sad fate. 
The city itself, built 300 B, C, 
Has undergone many changes, you see. 
Constantine left the city of Rome, 
Made Constantinople his only home. 
About three hundred years after, they say, 
The Turks came in and took it away. 
Now they're again left in the lurch, 
It may be again a Christian church. 
Turkish inscriptions no more are found, 
Christians' symbols placed around. 
The devil's face under its dome, 
Mimet's bloody hand upon the stone. 
These as memorials they may retain, 
Where he tread on the Christians slain. 
The Turks are much discouraged to-day. 
And blame Mohamet, by the way. 
They can not see the reason for 
Allowing their enemies to gain the war; 
About this matter seem to be some fogs, 
Some blame it to the loss of dogs, 
Of which the city is really full, 
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And thought much of, too, as a rule. 
It seemed this way it was to be, 
As they cast some dogs into the sea. 
Now they wag their heads, said 'twas not right, 
And now they're in a sorry pHght. 
And there was a tree in Gethsemane 
They thought revealed their destiny, 
That the Turkish Empire would endure 
As long as that tree there was secure. 
So they bound it with an iron band, 
That it might forever stand, 
But this winter it down did go, 
Laden with such ice and snow: 
Now has come on them this woe. 
The Mosque of Ahmed is in misuse, 
To worship in it they do refuse, 
And these wily German thugs 
Carried off their precious rugs; 
And much cholera in it was seen, 
So now, of course, it is unclean. 
And the ''howling dervishes" declare, 
Unless the ''prophet Wilson" helps them there, 
There is no hope for Turkey left, 
Of all things, too, she'll be bereft; 
So all around, on everything, 
The American flag is also seen. 
For with no other nation can they cope, 
United States is their only hope. 
With hot coals in their mouths they seek 
And sticking knives into their cheek, 
To call the blessing of Mohamet down 
Upon America, but on others frown. 
And Mimet, the Sultan, every day 
Goes to the yildet Mosque to pray. 
With many guards and lookers on. 
And with many cameras set upon, 
And every Turk, three times a day. 
When the gong sounds, goes to pray. 
No matter where he is to work, 
He must not this his duty shirk. 
And the American is allowed to go in, too. 
By taking off his heavy shoe, 
And can a pair of slips put on, 
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As the rich carpets he treads upon. 
Over the Dardanelles, too, as a whole 
English forces will have control. 
They also control the Bagdad railway, 
Palestine and Mesopotamia, 
Caucasus, Batum, and Baku, 
So the Turk feels pretty blue. 
Syria is, we may also state, 
To be controlled by a French mandate; 
Constantinople, by an allied commission, 
To be governed by its decision. 
The Turks are to have just left to them 
An army of twenty-five thousand men. 
For the Sultan, too, 'tis pretty hard: 
Has one company for a bodyguard. 
So, as the Allies did them tell, 
Joining the Germans was their deathknell, 
And still farther to give them the blues, 
Palestine is given to the Jews. 
But the Mussulman is allowed one thing. 
Protection of Hedjaz, the Arabic king. 
He fought against the Turk, they say; 
Now he is getting back his pay. 
There's one redeemable quality in the Turk, 
From prohibition he will not shirk. 
This was decreed by "Allah," they say. 
And by it they will ever stay. 
In this respect we may learn a lesson. 
And receive, too, "Allah's" blessing. 
For since the war the "strikers" shirk, 
Crying, "If there's no beer, there is no work." 
In this respect, worse than the Turk — 
Want their liquor or will not work ; 
But in this matter Allah was wise : , 

"No drunkard can enter paradise." 
And so in God's Book it is also written, 
"No drunkard can ever enter heaven." 
So in this thing don't be behind the Turk, 
Let each one aid in this good work. 
Till the temperance banner is unfurled 
And floats in triumph over the world, 
As they are striving now to-day 
To spread it over the world, they say. 
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Armenia 

You've all heard of the Armenian race, 
That fills in history a peculiar place. 
How they've been persecuted by the Turk, 
No matter how much they did work, 
Because they were a Christian nation, 
Under Turkish domination. 
Who in their zeal and vanity 
Despised all Christianity. 
And in compliance with Mahomet's word, 
Conquered with the bloody sword. 
Who continues to kill and try to get 
Those not following Mohamet. 
Though they pray three times a day, 
'Tis their intention to kill and slay. 
When they declare an ''Holy wat," 
Take all property near and far. 
Contrary to Christianity they go, 
Which tells you, you must love your foe. 
As this people's destiny we do trace. 
Early Christianity did they embrace. 
But this poor people now of late 
The cruel Turk would exterminate. 
Armenia, if you remember right. 
Is the plate where the "ark" did light; 
On Mount Ararat it finally stood. 
When all were drowned then in the flood. 
Because the people were not good. 
Though Noah warned them all he could — 
Just like the people now to-day. 
Who don't care, but go on their way. 
And those Moslertis were so bad, 
Though Mohamet for their prophet had. 
As the people Noah preached to in vain, 
These Mohammedans are just the same. 
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The Armenians' origin 'tis hard to trace; 

Some say they're the Indo-European race. 

But it goes so very far back, you see, 

Reaches way back to antiquity. 

Reaching back three thousand years or more, 

Even existing the deluge before; 

At least they claim to trace it yet 

To Haig, the grandson of Japhet, 

And as the ancient story ran. 

Got their name from his son, Aram. 

This country with all its people there 

Contains 'bout fifty thousand miles square. 

Of ancient civilization they do boast, 

And kings numbered there by the host. 

A thousand years before Christ they trace. 

And claimed to be a distinct race. 

In the sixth century Bela Tigranose 

Saved them from the Persians and the Medes; 

Subdued by Alexander the Great, 

To pay tribute was their fate. 

They sought this tribute to abate. 

And fought Antiochus the Great. 

Their country there was then divided. 

And their self-government derided. 

Tigranose quarreled then with Rome, 

And reigned awhile there all alone. 

After reigning there for a time, 

Conquered B. C. 69. 

The Parthians did to it aspire. 

Was ruled awhile in Rome's empire. 

In the year 987 A. D. also these 

Were ruled by the Persians and Byantos. 

'Mid wrong, Armenians' griefs and fears, 

Ruled intermittently for many years. 

Christianity introduced 285, 

Zoroastorism did not survive. 

Was accepted by King Tridates, 

Forsaking the religion of the Parsees; 

When he the new religion did accept, 

His old religion he did neglect; 

This increased their literary life. 

And had a little less of strife. 

In the year 381 

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It became a Christian nation. 

Under the great invigorator, 

"Gregory, the illuminator." 

Who gave the Christian faith to them, 

Who stuck to it just like brave men; 

'Mid murder, pillage, massacre, and rape, 

They stuck to it in right good shape. 

After this, somewhat divided, 

And the eastern part derided, 

As it partook at any rate 

A little of the heathen state. 

The Western part by Christians ruled, 

And by the people Christian schooled. 

Then the people of this nation 

Reached a high state of civilization. 

In the year 637 A. D. 

Came the Arabs suddenly; 

After the Armenians they did get. 

Obeying their prophet, Mohamet, 

And as they marched they cried, "Hurrah! 

The only God is our god Allah." 

For a long time they were enslaved, 

And to the Moslems servants made; 

For awhile the Moslems also grew, 

And ruled them also with a Jew. 

Then the race did live in peace 

For a hundred years at ease. 

When the Crusaders came on. 

They helped them to Jerusalem. — 

They are mostly Catholics by the way, 

And by their church they also stay. — 

They helped them take the Holy Land 

From the infidel Moslem band. 

But when again were left alone, 

The king was driven from his throne. 

The Moslems there once more did come. 

And their country did overrun. 

They had then to be on the alert. 

Cursed by the Persians and the Turk, 

And 'mid their griefs and many fears. 

Were ruled by them five hundred years. 

In 1664, took forty thousand people more, 

Took them away to a Persian section, 

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With all their kin and their connection. 
But whether for weal or even woe, 
They kept up their religion so; 
Believed in its great utility, 
And their moral responsibility. 
They are very religious and have some supersti- 
tion, 
'Believed in sorcery and fatalism; 
In visitation of spirits, too, it seems, 
In pilgrimages and prophetic dreams. 
Some persons have evil spirits, they say, 
But think they can be driven away. 
Somewhat submerged in Orientalism, 
And influenced some by Occidentalism. 
The Christian faith in their possession 
Has been under Moslem oppression. 
But you could not get one of them 
To become a real Moslem, 
Though they try to train them in that way, 
When they in Turkish harems stay. 
Midway between the East and West, 
They take those things they like the best. 
They are governed by the Catholics, too ; 
Are apt to do as Rome does do. 
They have some superstition, we confess, 
Claim some relics to possess : 
Some of them think and do insist 
They have the remains of John the Baptist, 
Buried there after Salome's dance: 
To them the corpse was given perchance. 
And claim that Gregory the illuminator 
Is their great invigorator. 
The Catholics are a religious set, 
The bishops and priests are higher yet. 
The ruins of beautiful churches centuries old 
Remain all through the land, we are told. 
They are a democratic nation, 
Each elected to his station. 
The people eager as a rule 
To go to church, also to school; 
Eager for libraries and for art, 
Eager for her people to make a start. 
They want to learn to read and write, 
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And prayers and services recite. 

In 1522 

The Armenians then felt pretty blue, 
As at that time they did aspire 
To be a part of the Roman Empire. 
In 1828 

A part was made a Russian state. 
Each of these nations was alert, 
Persians, Russians, and the Turk, 
And their banners there unfurled. 
And scattered this people 'round the world. 
Hundreds and thousands went away, 
To Burma, China, and India. 
From Palestine it is not far away. 
Has eighty thousand square miles, they say. 
A little while not long ago 
Numbered about three million or so. 
Since the cruel Turk did kill and slay. 
Have only one million left to-day. 
England, France, and Russia once more 
Went for these Turks in *94, 
And threatened them with warships to storm, 
If they did not then soon reform. 
The Armenians their cause to represent, 
Wished a place in the government. 
But through the Turk and fiendish Kurd, 
Scarcely were their voices heard. 
Ravages and massacres still went on. 
And the poor people set upon. 
And 'mid their sufferings and their loss 
The Turks did not want even the Red Cross, 
But ceased awhile from their mean tricks 
A little in 1896. 
And yet again in a worse fix, 
As they began again their tricks. 
It seems some of the file and rank 
To get their money attacked the bank. 
Then they for the Armenians went, 
Spurred up, too, by the government. 
Then a Turkish mob, as history saith. 
Sent four thousand to their death. 
They do so Armenians hate, 
Determined them to exterminate. 
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Armenian People 

They mingle little with another race, 
Distinctive characteristics you can trace. 
They have black eyes, luxuriant hair, 
The women are counted very fair. 
Quite an industrious, intelligent crew, 
And quite commercial, like the Jew. 
In the East they are noted more 
For their nationalism and literature. 
Many educated in a foreign school, 
Start one at home then as a rule. 
They are devoted to their church, 
They do not stay at home and lurch. 
Family ties are sacred, it does seem. 
And the women are held in high esteem. 
Far different from the Turk are they, 
Who live in harems near, they say. 
Who steal them also, carry them away, 
To keep them in harems, too, they say. 
Foreigners, too, whenever they come, 
Receive of them a generous welcome, 
And to the stranger will they relate 
How they Christianity did take. 
Superb palaces and temples, they also say. 
Have existed from an early day. 
Dating back for centuries — it may seem odd, 
To Haig, the captors of Nimrod. 
Cliff dwellings of the Thamar seen, 
With some spaces in between. 
As you look at them, they seem to show 
A good deal like those in Mexico. 
These dwellings are cut there in the rock, 
And many grotesque figures wrought. 
You see a strange sight if you walk in — 
The little child Jesus and the Virgin. 
In this country is Mount Ararat, 
With its peak also snow-capped. 
As you look at it as you pass by, 
It's also over five miles high. 
A great deal of interest here is found, 
Where Noah's ark touched on the ground. 
And from this mountain are seen fine sights, 
Where it rained forty days and nights. 
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Armenia — Civilization 

It has a civilization peculiar to itself, 
Abounds in public schools and wealth, 
In 1903 by the Turks was seen 
To have eight hundred and eighteen ; 
They seem intellectual and quite smart, 
From the Turk good ways apart, 
They have a proverb, by the way. 
Which is true, they also say: 
''It takes two Jews to make a Greek, 
Two Greeks can no Armenian cheat." 
So if Uncle Sam should rule some day. 
He'd have smart people, too, they say, 
As they are seeking now to-day 
From the Turk to get away. 
And they like to tell the story 
Of the U. S. Mandatory. 
And we must yet help them some more, 
Even as we did before. 
For they have had around to roam. 
Now return to make a home. 
For they have been badly annoyed. 
Family and home 'most all destroyed. 
In that country large crops do grow. 
Cotton and rice, and fruits also. 
And even the silkworm is plenty, too, 
Making silk to sell to you. 
But unlike you, they're not "big bugs," 
Their chief industry is making rugs. 
And copper mines, silver, and gold 
Are also found there, we're told. 
They are like the Jews in their devotion. 
Have Oriental sentiment and emotion. 
When one died there one day, it seemed, 
All the rest stood 'round and screamed. 
And kept it up, could not be still, 
Till they themselves were almost ill. 
They are natural actors and can sing. 
Can represent most anything. 
Wear Oriental bloomers, it is said, 
With bodices, and kerchief over head. 
A little like the Turk men dress 
In red fez, coats all collarlesso 
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These people are also patriotic, 

Though most of them are Catholic. 

Sad indeed seemed the Armenian's fate, 

Whom Tartars, Kurds, and Turks did hate. 

With communications cut, alone, rejected. 

And no Allied help expected. 

While in such a sad and sorry plight. 

Thought they'd yet come out all right, 

For they were confident that the Allies, too. 

Would at last the Turks subdue, 

And, their cause being just and right, 

They would conquer in the fight. 

The realization of their dream 

Was seen in the city of Gurine, 

The town better known as Egerum, 

Where the people all did come; 

There they declared independence day 

For greater Armenia and Galicia. 

There representatives of every profession 

In this large and earnest procession ; 

A tri-color banner made the news to tell, 

While the crowds did cheer and yell. 

And as the crowds did rise and swell, 

The guns fired from the citadel. 

After the firing with acclamation, 

There was issued this proclamation : 

"Amid her struggles and her tears, 

Armenia suffered five hundred years. 

She was not bad, but pretty good, 

Though suffering much and bathed in blood. 

Now her duty she does not shirk, 

Independent of this cruel Turk. 

And now at last she has the pluck. 

To-day that hour at length has struck, 

And in independence may she advance. 

As helps us England, U. S., and France." 

They rather want the U. S. to rule. 

As they've had some of its school. 

Since our flag was placed there by Uncle Sam, 

They want him, too, to lead the van. 

As European alliances were tangled so, 

They did not care for them to go ; 

The Turk seeking their extermination 

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And their property confiscation, 

The Turk going with Germany in the war, 

Were even worse than they were before ; 

They were hunted where they could be found, 

And killed there by the ten thousand. 

Were loaded together for deportation. 

Marched many miles amid starvation. 

The poor people who fell there by the way. 

The cruel Turk did starve or slay; 

Mothers who fell out with their babes, 

Starved or slain by Turkish braves. 

Turkish officials time and again 

Boasted of two million slain. 

To the Caucasus thousands fled again, 

Two hundred and fifty thousand men; 

They their debauchery did not shirk. 

When 'gainst the Allies fought the Turk. 

Children were buried in the sand 

To escape this fiendish band. 

That as they saw them there, 'tis said, 

They'd think they were, too, really dead. 

At one time killed, buried in the sand. 

Not any less than four thousand. 

Besides four hundred thousand more 

Of their people were killed before. 

Here thirty million dollars of late 

T^ey are raising, their sufferings to abate. 

And to aid this fund all that they can. 

Giving addresses is an Armenian ; 

She gave to us in her own address 

How they suffered in their distress, 

And as this message you receive, 

Such awful things you'd scarce believe: 

Two hundred corpses there one day 

Were picked up there just by the way. 

Some that a bad disease did get 

Were simply thrown into a pit, 

And thousands taken every day, 

And many killled in every way, 

And especially did they get away 

With the bishops and the clergy; 

Eight out. of forty bishops now survive, 

One-tenth of the clergy still alive. 

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The ablebodied men were also bound, 
They cut them first and burned the wound ; 
Cut off their heads to end their Hves 
Before their children and their wives. 
Old men and women had this to face, 
Then driven round from place to place. 
Wells and deep pits were also filled 
With the thousands that were killed ; 
Babies also taken out of the ranks, 
Thrown in the river to fill its banks. 
Iron red-hot shoes they, too, did heat. 
Then put them on the clergy's feet; 
Many of them were then brought 
And to wagons made to walk. v 

Some of them were turned about, 
Had their fingernails pulled out; 
Of others pulled out their beards, 'tis said, 
And tortured them till they were dead. 
Over their dead had to say their rite, 
While they laughed and jeered the sight. 
It was reported, also does seem. 
At the end of 1819, 

Nine hundred thousand then were slain. 
And many others since then again. 
And aside from this, it's been reported 
Thousands more have been deported. 
And if it's true, as they all do say, 
Only one million left to-day. 
Many of them, as you may have heard. 
Were carried off, too, by the Kurd. 
Those near the Turks were wild tribesmen. 
Who carried off so many of them. 
These mountaineers, where'er they went, 
Were encouraged to murder, rob the peasant. 
And now two hundred thousand of them alone 
Asked to be restored to their own home. 
There are two hundred and fifty thousand or- 
phans in Erivan alone, 
Thousands more wandering, too, from home; 
Nor does their troubles seem to cease: 
Afflicted with typhus disease; 
Are not yet out of the old war ruts, 
Even living on grass and nuts. 
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Amid their sufferings and their loss, 
They have been helped by the Red Cross. 
And the Armenians everywhere confess 
The Americans' "Big brotherliness." 
For they help and relief did send, 
And have been to them a friend. 
Now they may together blend, 
We hope to see a happy end, 
As the U. S. sent a commission there 
To deal with them just, right, and fair; 
American colleges in cities five, 
And many high schools are still alive. 
Now governed by Uncle Sam himself, 
They ought to increase in art and wealth. 
And together they ought to make it pay, 
And get on better every way. 



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Opera Singer's Fate 

Lenora Devorsky, prima donna of Petrograd, 
Shot b}^ the Bolsheviki when they got mad. 
For some two years, we may relate, 
No one knew of her sad fate. 
Though she had done only her duty, 
Was a musician and perfect beauty. 
A friend of Michael, the grand duke. 
And a girl of good repute. 
A maid companion, it does appear. 
Gave the details of her career. 
Lenora was American born, 
And to her country did return. 
She left her mate for some reason or other, 
And when he died, she married another. 
She became the wife of an Austrian 
Who went by the name of Count Burian. 
She had also a beautiful voice. 
And the grand opera was her choice. 
While there she attracted great attention. 
Among them the Grand Duke we mention. 
He tried to secure this lady fair, 
Who took the lead in the opera there. 
For when she came there to Petrograd, 
All the Russians were so glad; 
For as a singer she did her duty, 
Had great talent and excelled in beauty. 
She received a big salary for her pay, 
And many other gifts also, they say. 
To a veritable palace she did arise, 
Her equipage followed by envying eyes. 
Count Burian was but little seen. 
Had almost vanished from the screen. 
And many did not this Austrian know 
As the husband of this fine soprano. 
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For awhile she had a deep conviction 
That she was under great restriction 
By the Bolsheviki malediction. 
And though things got so high and strong, 
She managed still to get along. 
'Twas in a winter night, the maid did say. 
When the heaviest blow fell anyway. 
*'I was awakened by a Bolshevik, 
And many others who followed quick. 
I sprang out of bed then very soon, 
And found a soldier in my room. 
'Where is your mistress?' he did cry; 
'In bed asleep,' I did reply. 
'Well, you must come along with me, 
I want Mrs. Lenora Devorsky.' 
My friend and mistress got up in season. 
But she resented and asked the reason. 
All she got was this rebuke. 
She was a friend of the Grand Duke. 
She was a good woman, but dispossessed. 
But she got up and quickly dressed. 
The room ransacked the best they were able, 
By a drunken waiter of the Imperial table. 
He asked her as he entered the room 
To play for them a pretty tune. 
Then the officer asked her to sing, • 
With some of his men accompanying, 
For he himself had been with her, 
But at this time made quite a stir. 
She sang as he swayed by her side, 
But all he did was to deride. 
The only effect after this fashion 
Was to arouse his fiery passion. 
*You are a traitor and a witch!' he screamed, 
Working himself up still it seemed, 
'That to close your mouth and not to sing. 
And that as a kiss from the duke, did ring.' 
With these foul words his fist he raised 
And hit her thrice, till almost dazed. 
Thus this sweet singer was sadly paid 
By the drunken wretch that she obeyed. 
Then one or two of his brutal men 
Broke out, murmuring reproach just then. 
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But fair Lenora, I need nat tell, 

Fell on the floor in a fainting spell. 

Her sad treatment also did mourn, 

But to our room we did return. 

But they did not mind her as she did reel. 

But looked around for things to steal. 

She was virtually a prisoner from that day, 

Till to Moscow she went away." 

Whether she sang or whether she wept, 

She was there a prisoner kept. 

And after she had lived like a princess, 

Suffered indignities and much distress. 

Then her turn came, too, 'tis said. 

She was taken out and then shot dead. 

On the maid herself did play no trick : 

She was related to the Bolshevik. 

Two of her brothers, we may also add, 

Belonged to the council in Petrograd. 

Thus this sweet singer and such a beauty, 

Who had done nothing but her duty. 

Even for a drunken man did play, 

And then to be treated in such a way. 

It is no wonder they're entirely sick 

Of the fiendish Bolshevik. 

They are so cruel, of little worth, 

They ought to be banished from the earth. 



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German Woman Soldier 

Some of the most thrilling incidents of the war 
Are given by a German woman soldier. 
As a German volunteer she did go, 
Had less of weal and more of woe. 
Her name was Olga Elsie Khalor, 
And she indeed was quite a whaler. 
When the war first came about, 
Several women also turned out. 
Of these women, some were found 
To join on patriotic ground; 
Others joined it rather more 
To have somewhat of adventure. 
But this one now of whom we speak 
Only for revenge did seek. 
Though in the war till almost o'er, 
Was not killed, but wounded sore. 
Had seen men killed, too, by the score, 
Had enough and wished no more. 
Her first beloved was killed in it : 
She went to fight, and had the grit, 
Though her sex they did not discover 
As she fought to avenge her lover. 
We will let her tell her own sad story, 
After going through fields so gory: 
"My betrothed who to the army went 
Had the rank of a lieutenant. 
It seems was by a woman killed, 
That her wish might be fulfilled. 
Not only this I knew so well, 
My own brother also fell. 
So I was bound this to resent, 
And so into the army went. 
Thousands of women for nurses came: 
I was revengeful, that was too tame. 
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I knew I might the captain vex 
If he discovered my fairer sex, 
But the doctor of my native town 
I did not think would turn me down 
For this reason, if for no other, 
He was a good friend of my brother ; 
To him my intention did impart. 
To avenge the death of my sweetheart. 
A good patriot was to my boss, 
So I was now not at a loss. 
So they let me in one way or another, 
He passed me off as my dead brother. 
Had another thing in his mind again, 
To see if women would fight like men. 
In my brother's uniform, to tell the truth, 
I looked just like a German youth. 
In this uniform I was so brave. 
Nor did they think 'twas time to shave, 
So I was hardly ever inspected, 
As I done as was directed. 
A machine battalion, by the way, 
I entered and drilled in every day. 
Four months after I had begun, 
We arrived in Brussels, in little Belgium, 
And as on garrison duty we did stay, 
We were ordered to kill, also to slay. 
Wherever they there met in a group, 
There we always had a troop. 
And many a time and time again 
Did I wish to fire on them. 
I thought 'twould be such sport and fun 
To revenge them there with my gun. 
As yet I'd not seen any one killed, 
But had my wishes soon fulfilled, 
When two of my comrades dead were shot. 
More to my senses I was brought. 
For they were shot so very quick, 
I felt then, too, a little sick. 
Revengeful feelings were a poor pretext — 
I feared now that I might come next. 
When four more were soon shot dead, 
I managed the gun alone instead. 
When they sought vengeance for their dead, 
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I poured on them a stream of lead. 
I saw men and women quickly fall, 
Heard the dying groans of all : 
Those few minutes, I may say, 
Seemed like hell to me that day. 
In spite of the severity of my shot. 
These outraged Belgiums would not stop; 
Though their line I often broke. 
They fought there just like insane folk; 
Women especially, like demons they fought; 
I never thought were such a lot. 
At length overpowered, I lost my gun. 
Had sword and bayonet to rely upon, 
Which, too, I used with great effect, 
As many women did I get. 
After a terrible fight I got away. 
But had to return again that day. 
Then we had a little peace 
As the rioting did cease; 
Were to fire on every crowd we caught. 
Whether they were armed or not, 
To shoot them down right on the spot. 
When men, women, and children would 
Come in the street to seek for food, 
We turned our gun on them instead, 
And gave them bullets instead of bread. 
Instead of life we gave them death. 
As they fell down for want of breath. 
But in this service must now admit 
I was indeed completely sick. 
I thought revenge was really sweet, 
But now I had more than was mete. 
Revenge was sickening, I had no will 
These poor Belgium women to kill. 
Some voice did always come to me: 
They are defending their own country, 
And were fighting there alone 
For their city and their home. 
Why should I fight and shoot them down 
When they were fighting for their town? 
After this I hated to remain. 
Lest I should have to fight again. 
Sometimes I was a little alert, 
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And thought I would like to desert. 
Once I made up my mind to tell the truth, 
Though it might not go so smooth : 
The truth relating to my sex, 
Though I might my captain vex. 
I got just punishment for my plan 
To masquerade just like a man, 
So I did long for the coming time 
When I would join the firing line, 
For I did not want in any town 
To be shooting helpless people down. 
In the early summer I was moved in time 
To the Ypres section of the line. 
For four years also in that line 
Faced constant death there all the time. 
My fighting with Scots I shall never forget 
As long as I live, I do expect; 
It was fraught with such danger rife, 
That will haunt me all my life. 
One day our host was attacked by Scots, 
Who with Highlanders threw in their lots. 
After our orders had been fulfilled. 
And most of my comrades had been killed, 
And in their trap we, too, were caught, 
How those devils in knee-skirts fought! 
Though I had read British history then, 
I never read of such savage men. 
They charged there just like demons mad. 
With all the fury that they had. 
Singing and shouting, not counting the cost, 
Capturing fast whatever they lost. 
I was wounded, on the ground did lie. 
When a Scotchman came to me near by, 
And not thinking I was dead, 
With his bayonet made for my head. 
One of his comrades was shot dead, 
He thought he'd finish me, he said; 
He thought I had his comrade fell, 
And started for me, too, with a yell 
Thot I was feigning, I dare say, 
And made a lunge there where I lay. 
I was seized with terror as he did come, 
Cried, 'Mercy! mercv! I'm a woman,* — 
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For most all weapons you can trust 

Better than a bayonet thrust — 

'I am wounded, can do no harm, 

I can not fight, do not alarm ; 

For God's sake, spare my life, please do. 

And I will always pray for you.' 

Then he knelt and asked me this, 

'Where in hell did you learn English?' 

'I learned it at school,' I did reply; 

He looked suspiciously in my eye, 

A smile on his face was also rife 

As I was bargaining for my life. 

He turned and ran — and then a whack — 

A bullet struck him in the back. 

He whirled and fell there in his track: 

A look of hate in his eyes did see, 

As from the bayonet he had saved me. 

I knew then that the poor fellow thought 

Him by treachery I had shot, 

That after he did my life so spare, 

I shot him in the back right there. 

That thought still haunts me yet, I find, 

He met his death with this in mind. 

That chivalrous soldier so heroic, 

The thought of it 'most makes me sick, 

That I played on him this trick 

And dispatched him then so awfully quick. 

He fell there close to where I lay. 

And never moved from there away. 

As I lay there all that night through 

Among the dead, felt awful blue. 

I was lying there upon the ground. 

With shell-fire playing all round. 

I tried several times to get away 

From his body where it lay, 

And yet if I stirred from where I lay 

I might draw bullets there that way. 

For the English kept up the fire all right, 

Exchanging shots there all that night. 

When the moon came out, its rays did shed 

O'er the field of the ghastly dead. 

As I looked around I almost cried, 

I was so greatly terrified, 

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But it was the most terrible of all 

To see that noble Scotchman fall ; 

To see the moonbeams play o'er his face 

As he stirred not from the place. 

After showing me such good grace, 

And died for me in my own place. 

As I watched there that ghastly scene 

I finally became, too, so serene. 

As my womanly impulse came to me, 

I kissed the face of my enemy. 

And I'm not ashamed to also state 

My love for him was truly great, 

And o'er my enemy that now was dead 

Many bitter tears I really shed. 

For he probably lost his life, you see, 

For being so merciful to me. 

The British in the course of the day 

Were driven off, too, far away; 

And an ambulance to me had got 

And I was finally taken up. 

But as this Scotchman his life did risk, 

Asked for his identifying disc ; 

They paid no attention to my request, 

But I got it by doing my best. 

And when the war is o'er I'll go 

To hunt the relatives of my foe. 

From the battlefield to Boom I went. 

After four months again was sent. 

And while in my mind strange thoughts oft 

burned, 
I found my sex was also learned. 
But to see what women could do in the line, 
I was allowed to go back this time, 

But not so much my life to risk 

A dispatch rider and cyclist. 
First was sent to the eastern front. 
Then to the west to bear the brunt, 
And was there at the battle of the Somme, 
To see what would be the outcome. 
Had many thrilling adventures at that time, 
As I fought there on the western line. 
The British captured our quarters one day, 
And all the rest had got away, 
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And being there alone, I could not ride, 

As the British were on every side. 

And of all the buildings there in the town, 

All but one was burning down. 

I mounted my motor by its side, 

Determined for my life to ride; 

It was so dark, luck on my side, 

And got away as fast did ride. 

When I had gotten two miles or more, 

Was in more danger than before. 

For as I rode up at this time, 

The sturdy Australians were in line. 

Though they were fighting along the way, 

I did not stop to look or stay. 

Several of them did for me go, 

Charging me and firing so. 

I felt in my shoulder a stinging pain. 

It seemed to affect my eyes and brain; 

Thought I would fall off my machine. 

But made an effort to hold, supreme; 

I kept it up at such fearful speed. 

That I finally did succeed. 

After I had passed the danger zone, 

There riding wounded and alone, 

Another gauntlet I had to run, 

For from all sides the shells did come. 

At that time finally got away, 

But barely escaped another day. 

Just about two weeks there after this, 

A horrid death I just did miss; 

With an important dispatch was sent 

To a German regiment. 

When I had gone just a mile at first, 

A mighty shell did near me burst ; 

It pitched me off, in the road did fall 

Turned upside down, motor and all. 

Lay there insensible for some time, 

My face downward in the slime. 

First thing I knew I heard something. 

Some one passing me did sing, 

As I heard them pass I still did lay. 

But some of them just came that way. 

He shouted loud, as if he> joked, 

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'Look what this Hun left 'fore he croaked ! 
Give him a jab, get quickly back; 
This is some machine here on the track.' 
For a moment then I could have screamed, 
Like a nightmare, too, it seemed. 
I could not move nor could I speak 
As toward me he did creep. 
'Twas fortunate I felt just so, 
Or he would have dealt me the blow. 
Suddenly the shells did pelter, 
Then they ran to get a shelter. 
And they left me there alone. 
While each one looked out for his own, 
And I was glad, too, to escape, 
As if it was decreed by fate. 
After an hour had also passed, 
I thought I could just move at last. 
The British took my motor carriage, 
Then I had to cross the barrage, 
Wondering if I should ever again 
See my comrades and my men. 
Then at a distance, while gazing yet, 
I saw a German soldier's helmet. 
So I did crawl and make my way 
To the place where it did lay. 
I thought the man who this helmet fit 
Might be there not far from it. 
But as I looked there all around. 
No man or soldier could be found. 
A piece of writing as they did quit, 
In English, 'Please don't sit on it.' 
Among my comrades it was said 
I was given up for dead. 
I caught up with some stragglers after all. 
And was taken to the hospital. 
When I went back to my commander, Brisk, 
He said I must not take such risk. 
I told him there, as I had before, 
I was obeying his order. 
And I got back to the front line. 
Bearing messages all the time. 
And I've been carrying ever since, 
And my commander was the Crown Prince. 
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When Hindenburg 'most drove them to the sea, 
That Aisne message was carried by me. 
To the Bavarians, too, I bore the brunt 
To attack the Highlanders in front. 
Eight dispatchers they killed at last; 
I volunteered for this great task. 
After starting out then I was sorry, 
That terrible fire made me worry. 
And then I knew not what to do, 
But safe at last I did get through. 
With my message I did them greet, 
And they the Highlanders did defeat. 
One night Lieutenant Thalor, a mere boy, 
Wished me to go as a convoy. 
As he saw something that did him fright 
In the darkness of the night. 
There had been slain that day such hosts, 
The land indeed seemed filled with ghosts. 
As this dark thing moved to and fro. 
He was afraid to forward go. 
But the captain had ordered so, 
And to him he could not say no. 
So on our stomachs, on all four. 
So not to make undue uproar, 
Both of us with guns in hand 
Upon this object we did land. 
And were greatly surprised, as you may 'spose. 
What frightened us so was a dog rose. 
How it escaped I do not know 
As the battle raged so, to and fro. 
And right there, too, in that dark hour 
We both did cry over that rosy flower. 
It had over us such a subtle power 
In that dark and dreary hour: 
Ask a soldier on the battlefield 
Why to such things he has to yield, 
He will tell you time and again 
Such mysteries he can't explain. 
Even seeing a baby's doll or a crucifix 
Has thrown him in a similar fix. 
Neither the lieutenant nor I could tell 
How such things the breast does swell. 
Unless they feel and sometimes tell, 
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It's just the reverse of war — that's hell, 
In which so many victims fell — 
That makes the breast with these things swell. 
And when we see such things apart, 
Stirs up the emotions of the heart. 
For a beautiful rose in 'No Man's Land' 
Is a thing beautiful and grand. 
Another message I received one day, 
That quickly sent me on my way. 
The captain said it might something cost, 
Or the battle might be lost. 
I had not gone far, I may say, 
When many shots came 'cross the way. 
I lay on my breast upon the ground, 
Arose again, received a wound; 
Made every effort there at length, 
But found I did not have the strength. 
The battle, he said, depended on me; 
Had little strength, could hardly see. 
I felt so bad, my legs were numb, 
Knew not what would be the outcome. 
As I lay there in deep distress, 
I saw an object in the darkness; 
It was so dark, could hardly see, 
But it seemed just coming for me. 
As I lay there and could not run, 
I reached out there to get my gun, 
When very great pain, to my alarm. 
Hindered me — could not raise my arm. 
While trying to get my gun, you see, 
He crawled up very close to me. 
Then as I could more clearly see. 
He was a Frenchman, an enemy. 
When he saw I was a German foe. 
Very quickly back did go; 
As a little farther back did land. 
Reached for his bayonet with his hand. 
His right arm wounded appeared to be; 
Slowly again crawled up to me. 
I was now so dreadfully weak. 
So that I could hardly speak. 
Seeing that bayonet in my distress 
Frightened me into unconsciousness. 
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It was daylight when I awoke: 

I was covered with a dirty coat ; 

He had taken my gun and coat this time, 

And left his own instead of mine. 

He then on me did have the joke: 

A paper found stuck in my coat, 

And on it there was written then 

About our being short of men : 

'Dear Madam, the Boches must be short of men, 

In a little while there'll be less of them; 

I must thank you for this message a bit, 

I think our captain will be glad of it. 

I thank you; hope you'll wake up to life. 

To read my compliments, though not my wife.' 

It is needless to say that this same Frenchman 

Took this message to his captain. 

So with great force they did us attack 

And drove us many meters back. 

On March 4th, 1917, 

Another mighty attack was seen ; 

The fourth division, waiting for spring. 

Which had overcome 'most everything, 

But when they thought of their home at night, 

Were quite tired of the fight. 

Our officers in dugouts far away 

Would order us to kill and slay; 

Would say to us, just one more attack. 

Then to our homes we could go back. 

But we'd often hear them this story tell, 

For we knew their trick so well. 

That if we did on them rely, 

They sent us forth only to die. 

One afternoon as on parade 

Our colonel to us a visit made. 

While he himself stood in the shade, 

That we must march down that ravine, 

Where the French could not be seen. 

In which the brush was very thick — 

For them it was just a picnic. 

'One mighty effort, the war would cease. 

Would bring the enemy to his knees' ; 

The boys would rather groan than grin. 

But dared not say what they thought of him. 

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They all did want the war to cease, 
And cared little who made the peace. 
So 'mid the din there and the rattle 
We prepared again for battle. 
In the ravine there, down below, 
The French army were hiding so, 
And their great guns there, too, that day, 
We could not reach them anyway. 
But we fired on them with our artillery. 
Until we reached to the third day. 
Till we attacked the 74th division, 
But really came to no decision. 
We had gained a little and they had lost. 
But it was at fearful cost. 
Rivers of blood of our men there slain, 
A few short yards of land to gain, ^ 

And after gaining we dare not say 
If we could hold it just one day. 
Our ranks also badly broken up, 
Many of us the Frenchman got. 
For they in the thicket did lay low, 
And they did really pound us so. 
And as so many down had gone, 
They ordered reinforcements on. 
The battle was fought with great ferocity. 
And raged with great animosity. 
Our orders were, though many lost, 
'You must hold out at any cost.' 
They sent word back with the staff, 
They might hold out an hour and half. 
'You must hold out, not do otherwise, 
Or our gains you'll sacrifice.' 
I carried a dispatch for the officer through, 
'To shoot the troops retreating, too.' 
These officers did stir up their ire, 
Fifty guns must on them fire.' 
But the soldiers thought this would not do. 
So instead of fifty, fired two. 
For two minutes they fired over, 
But then stopped, were heard no more, 
For as the machine guns there did rattle, 
There was mutiny right in battle. 
They would not on their comrades fire 
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To satisfy their leaders* ire. 
They knew that they had borne the brunt 
Of superior forces on the front. 
The withdrawing troops sent back of late, 
I do not know what was their fate. 
Another fresh battalion forth did stand, 
Until their blood did drench the land. 
Until two whole divisions, it was stated, 
Were almost annihilated. 
A fresh French division did now oppose, 
And drove us back like beaten foes. 
We captured five hundred, but we lost, 
And two divisons was the cost. 
And the French again, as it was seen. 
Had gained again in that ravine. 
And those officers ordering the attack 
Could see what had become of that. 
I knew if our men had a leader then. 
Every officer would have been slain. 
Had been left there on the field alone. 
And every man would have gone home. 
With the last fifteen hundred of our men 
We gained back that ravine again. 
But what did this all amount to 
When with it we were entirely through? 
We found chocolate, canteens, and bottles of wine, 
Sardines and cigarettes 'long the line, 
But all the food of the French host 
Was worth but little at the most. 
What great sacrifice was there again — 
A loss of fifteen hundred men ! 
Thus when we counted all the cost, 
Two marks for every German lost, 
Now ready and all together stand 
To sing the song of the Fatherland. 
The armchair patriots and the distant hero 
Sin^ the national anthem where'er they go, 
While the heroes die out there alone, 
Though left unmourned away from home. 
You ask me now if I would fight again- — 
Never so long as I remain. 
I've seen a plenty, had enough so far. 
Going through this cruel and bloody war. 
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When I got into our line again, 

My captain was missing among the men. 

If I myself had sooner got there, 

It might have been a different affair. 

God forbid that I should fight again. 

After thirteen battles in that campaign! 

I fought at last on a Champagne farm, 

Time and again received much harm; 

Night after night, 'mid griefs and fears, 

Have stood on guard; shed many tears, 

Wept over the loss of my dear comrades, 

Sapping the trenches or handling grenades. 

I have crouched at the hole of the Dirtforth dune, 

Where cannon still in my ears do boom, 

Mixed rattling utensils with rattling teeth, 

Along bad roads with no relief — 

Roads bought with the blood of many men. 

To travel back in anguish then. 

Followed by bloodhounds on our track, 

By French and English driven back. 

My last night's sleep I remember well. 

In the dripping dugout near a Canal, 

Wrapped in thin blankets that were not neat, 

Often awakened by stumbling feet, 

As the enemy sought us to beat. 

And our legions to defeat. 

Would I go back to war, there ever? 

No, God forbid it, never! never! 

Bombs for breakfast, mines for dinner, 

Shell-fire for supper, and no winner. 

That is the glory of the battlefield 

To every one that to it yield ; 

To every one the sword does wield, 

For him no safety and no shield. 

I say let our heroic Crown Prince 

Try his own fighting, be made to wince; 

Let mighty Hindenburg shoulder the wheel 

Of the mud-ditched vehicle, 

And Ludendorf go to the trenches too 

Until with rain he drenches thru. 

Till they find on this field so gory 

All the honor and the glory 

That they talk so much about. 

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Then they can go back and shout — 
These think themselves a h'ttle wiser, 
And also the German Kaiser. 
Yes, we Germans are very queer: 
When an officer or prince is near, 
Our national anthem we can sing — 
When they are gone, 'tis another thing. 
Here is one of the songs we sing, 
That often near the trenches ring: 
T'm covered with dirt, wet to the bone, 
Wherever I look 'tis mud alone. 
In the Champagne 
We must not complain. 
Every horse and rider sinks down amiss, 
If I were a flea I'd jump over this; 
If I were a louse I'd build a house 

In the Champagne 

And there remain. 
The glorious little fields remain, 
Are happy hunting grounds for game: 
For fleas and lice, for rats and mice, 

In the Champagne 

They still remain. 
But for human beings 'tis not so nice, 
Of whom they often take a slice, 

In the Champagne 
With little pain. 

For mercy, for oxen and the mule. 
We'll cry to heaven as a rule, 

In the Champagne 

In so much pain. 
And none of them must e'er complain 
If they ever live to go home again. 

In the Champagne.' 
And men may say as they see the dead, 
As General Sherman once has said, 
In this place might demons dwell, 
But for men 'this war is hell.' 
But Sherman's hell was comparative bliss 
When compared to a hell like this. 
For never such a hell was seen before, 
And we hope will be seen no more." 

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Beautiful German Spy 

This is the story of a German spy 
Sentenced to prison, or to die. 
Her name was Marie PuHtzer, 
But an EngHsh woman at last gets her. 
Had been courtmartialed, it is said, 
And her sentence to be read. 
She expected to be a noted wife, 
Now a jailbird all her life, 
For her beauty won her a lover — 
Never from this did she recover. 
After hysterics and much weeping, 
She told how they had a secret meeting. 
Before allured into this trick, 
Was accomplished in art, also music'; 
Moved in society for many years. 
Till led to spy with doubts and fears. 
Now she says amidst her woe, 
"What devil possessed me, I don't know; 
I think 'twas the scoundrel that tempted me. 
And my weakness, too, did see. 
He said if I only would help him, 
Much money I could surely win, 
To music and art devote my life; 
I fell too easily 'mid the strife. 
At this German master's instigation 
I received an occupation, . 
And he my case did represent 
To a member of the Parliament." 
So she secured a position thus far, 
Was confidential secretary of the war. 
While there in this important station. 
She had a chance for information. 
There a young officer she also met. 
And got a chance to him upset, 
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Though he was not so much to blame, 

Because she played a cunning game. 

This young officer had also been gassed, 

And was conquered by her at last. 

He was sent home to get- relief, 

Was in the office to aid his chief, 

Was treated with great consideration. 

Belonged to a family of high station. 

This young man's name was Oliver, 

He knew secrets unknown to her; 

Was found by her to be an easy prey, 

For he opened for her the way. 

He was attracted till he was gone, 

And she continued to lure him on. 

She seemed to have him at her feet, 

And by this means at last did beat. 

It seems he'd do anything for her, 

No matter what the consequences were. 

So one night there in a restaurant. 

She, too, for this young officer went: 

"Tell me, Oliver, what's this new gas 

That the English will to Germans pass." 

"You must not ask, or I'll be done; 

I must not tell it to any one." 

"Oh, nonsense," said she just as a bluff, 

"Then you do not love me enough 

To break for me a silly pledge. 

That's not for Germans, you allege." 

"Oh, don't talk that way to me, Marie; 

I hate to refuse you a thing, you see." 

"Don't talk to me," I snapped out so, 

And got my things as if to go. 

Distressed, "Don't take it so hard, Marie," 

He said, sorry that he offended me. 

"Perhaps you're right now, after all; 

This formula is very small. 

Perhaps it will not matter at all. 

That formula is this, I might then say — 

What does woman know 'bout it anyway?'' 

He then wrote down the formula for me 

And handed it over to me, you see; 

And as I had studied chemistry, 

I fixed it in my memory. 

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Now feeling a little more at ease, 
My master I did greatly please. 
I would now twenty thousand get, 
If I gave it quite correct. 
It did not occur to me at this time 
That I was committing any crime. 
I thought how this money would help me 
In my music and studies, you see. 
I got rid of Oliver as soon as I could, 
And hurried off to my flat for good. 
As I opened the door, there in the hall 
I heard my friend, the German, call; 
Could hardly contain himself, overjoyed 
That I my Oliver had decoyed. 
My master, too, could hardly guess 
That I could meet with such success. 
"You have served Germany well!" he cried, 
''And be well rewarded," he replied. 
After he had cut up such a caper, 
I wrote the formula on a paper. 
"You're sure this paper is right?" he cried. 
"Quite sure," in answer I replied. 
And that there might be no mistake, 
I mentioned the man that it did make. 
"Good heavens!" in his excitement cried. 
Was glad he had on me relied. 
"You are a wonderful girl," he cried. 
"You have a genius for this work. 
Can beat us all, now please don't shirk." 
I took the money and checked it right, 
Closed the door and held it tight. 
My master sent it right away, 
So it soon went to Germany. 
Was first used on the western front, 
Where the Germans did bear the brunt, 
For it seems they took the task 
Of getting up a counter mask. 
When an inquiry was made of this about. 
That the leakage they might find out. 
They turned the matter o'er and o'er, 
Till it came back to Oliver. 
Of course it was not noised around. 
And he was not then guilty found, 
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But he recalled it with much distress, 
The circumstances did not confess, 
But he to me finally did come, 
Asked if I had told it to any one. 
I told him that I had surely not, 
Though I lied upon the spot. 
Saying to me, to my surprise. 
It cost a thousand British lives. 
This made me feel not very good ; 
He bore his distress as best he could. 
But now I knew it was no use. 
I had a headache for excuse, 
Sat up indeed there all that night, 
Wondering if I had done right; 
Though 'bout my Oliver almost did cry, 
And thought I never again would spy. 
Just then a knock came at my door — 
There stood my master as before. 
Just after he had rung the bell. 
My story I did to him tell. 
He, so taken up with German graft, 
Looked in my face and only laughed. 
This way there, then he up and spoke : 
"This on you is quite a joke. 
You think you can go back just now? 
Indeed, you're in for it anyhow. 
If you do, you'll be outdone, 
Put in a prison there in London, 
For they will know of your secret plot, 
And in the tower you will be shot." 
I trembled in terror and quickly thought. 
But he had me in his clutches got. 
By the merest chance as we went about 
This wily spy was at last found out. 
At that time we were there upon 
Her master's tracks in old London, 
So we went for him the very next, 
To arrest him on some mere pretext. 
As I was going home that night. 
In the street he met my sight. 
For his appearance they did mention, 
He at once caught my attention. 
I kept him in sight, and still I ran 
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Till I got to a policeman. 
When we got there then to the station, 
I explained the situation. 
So this rascal we did get, 
And arrested this suspect. 
I went back then where he came from, 
And found what street he lived upon. 
Then to the war department went, 
Was on satisfaction bent. 
I saw the officer of the staff, 
But he only at me laughed. 
He thought so much of this girl Marie, 
That such a bad thing could not be. 
It was hard to have him do his best 
And put this matter to a test. 
The archives of the British there 
Were in charge of this officer. 
I made a plan that afternoon 
For him and Oliver to leave the room, 
And I myself would hide away, 
And in a nearby room would stay. 
So Marie there was left alone. 
While they around the town did roam. 
After awhile, not very soon, 
Marie walked into the room. 
She walked over toward the desk, 
Hunted for papers with great zest, 
And on the desk was left the key. 
Just to see what the end might be. 
Found one, after others she did disperse, 
'Compositions of Expeditionary Force.' 
Then she gave a suppressed sigh 
That I heard in the room near by. 
Put the papers in her blouse, and very soon 
Locked the desk and left the room. 
I came out, had seen enough. 
Thinking it was pretty tough. 
I burst into the other room 
Upon Marie very soon. 
After cutting up such a caper, 
Was copying this, her stolen paper. 
She looked at me in great surprise. 
But from her chair she did not arise. 
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"Who are you? what do you want here?" 
But she acted a Httle queer. 
''Nothing much," to her I did say, 
*'What are you doing, anyway?" 
"None of your business, if you want, to know. 
But no farther did she go. 
As I spoke, I got near the door. 
And she turned white, as ne'er before. 
Her head in her hands — so badly torn. 
When OUver and master did return. 
Her master looked surprised, and also guessed, 
And Oliver looked very much distressed. 
To enhance also this tragic scene, 
I showed the papers near her machine. 
He looked at them as they were shown. 
And Oliver really gave a groan. 
They knew now what she was about 
I need not tell, when they were out. 
She, shaking with sobs, did not look up, 
For she well knew that she was caught. 
The officer made to me a sign 
To take steps needed at this time. 
And poor, sorrow-stricken Oliver qgain 
Moved over to the stricken figure, then: 
"Marie! Marie! can it be true 
That you did really this bad thing do?" 
And in his voice was anguish, too. 
"Yes," she said, "it is too true! 
'Tis true," she answered him with pain; 
Convulsive sobs did shake her frame. 
Then she looked up for the first time, 
The young man groaning all the time. 
Oliver found but little relief, 
Turned and looked upon his chief. 
"This is terrible!" at length he said, 
"I do this thing most awfully dread; 
I cannot tell you about it now, 
But will to-morrow, anyhow." 
He touched the lad just at this time: 
"What you mean I can divine, 
ril think it over; you need not whine; 
See you to-morrow at this time." 
The young man then the room did quit, 
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But never again returned to it. 

The morning to the chief a letter brought, 

Showing he himself had shot. 

This letter said unto his chief 

That Oliver could find no relief; 

Told also of the poison gas, 

That he was enticed by this fair lass ; 

That such a thing he could not face 

And be held in such disgrace. 

To do anything was now too late — 

That death alone would be his fate: 

By the time this letter was received, 

He by death would be relieved. 

Before Oliver was found again, 

He'd put a bullet through his brain. 

This was not noised very much around, 

As a good soldier he'd been found. 

This letter was in evidence brought 

When this wily spy was caught ; 

Into the trial of her master brought, 

Who after trial was also shot. 

In the midst of the trial in the town 

She wept bitterly as she broke down : 

"Oh, Oliver! Oliver! if I only knew, 

This would never have happened to you. 

I loved you when on earth before. 

Now you're gone, I love you more." 

Marie was to the prison brought, 

And her master, too, was shot. 

Thus you see how in great dismay 

Ended her trial there that day; 

But it was now too late to repent 

And turn around the way she went. 

So this poor girl must be content 

To endure her just punishment. 

But, young folks, never be led away 

By anyone to go astray, 

Not for money or for wealth, 

Or you may sacrifice yourself; 

And I would say to all of you. 

Keep in the way of virtue, too, 

Then happier far will you also be 

In time and eternity. 

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The Torpedoed Ship 

This torpedoed ship was certainly one 

That had many trials to overcome, 

And though they had their duty done 

Until they thought their doom had come, 

They were kept upon the run 

Until their task was fully done, 

And all their troubles were overcome 

When they were rescued, every one. 

One such exploit was really seen 

Upon the sea they call ^Egean. 

This ship, as on her way she went, 

Carried an important document. 

An important message did she bear 

To an officer in the ^gean there. 

As she started out from Egypt — Cairo, 

They seemed to watch as she did go. 

Some Egyptians who were in the German pay 

Watched her as she went away. 

She was having a pleasant sail, the same 

When they commenced their little game. 

At sunset the very next afternoon 

A crash came on her very soon ; 

As suddenly something did crack, 

An officer landed on his back. 

He thought the boiler had surely burst, 

But this indeed was not the worst, 

For as he viewed things down below. 

Was struck midships by a torpedo — 

In ten minutes would be in the bottom. 

And all of them would be forgotten. 

They had lifeboats there on the deck. 

But one man failed a boat to get; 

His life-belt being gone also. 

Without even this he had to go. 

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He stood a chance of being drowned, 
For not a lifeboat could be found. 
That he might for his message vouch, 
Put it in a proof -water pouch, 
And lest they should give some alarm. 
He slipped them then under his arm. 
Having collected his money and his watch. 
Went out to see what he could catch. 
The enemy by his first shot 
This cruiser ship had surely got. 
The engine flooded, it was found, 
And all would shortly then be drowned. 
The boilers bursting might be seen, 
Also the powder magazine; 
Yet officers and men and all the crew 
Simply acted as on review. 
. Among the seamen he was to be 
One of the first to put to sea. 
* 'Yonder is a little isle," said the captain, 
*'This island you might shortly gain. 
It's a dangerous place to land upon. 
Full of Greek half-breeds and German, 
But you'd better go to shore right there, 
And we'll tell the folks just where you are. 
We'll send along a hefty chap. 
You'll find him useful in a scrap." 
Being there in such a bad fix. 
We took to the boats, just twenty-six. 
Our spirits up, did not expect 
In a short time another wreck. 
Besides as we along did get, 
Our own destroyer we did expect. , 
Just then of a sudden it seemed to be, 
Shot after shot came 'cross the sea. 
It took some time this to realize 
When to the surface the "sub" did rise. 
Though we did not want another muss, 
They were kicking up another fuss. 
The third shot struck our launch astern, 
Did all of us in the water turn. 
Then quickly again they sailed away, 
But our shipmates tried to stay. 
Kept clinging to a wooden grate; 
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Had the lieutenant for my mate. 
It was a dark and gloomy night, 
On sea or shore there was no light. 
And as we rowed there more and more, 
A light was seen upon the shore. 
And as we there did blow and puff, 
It seemed located on a bluff. 
And as we rowed still more around, 
Still more lights were also found. 
And as the lights shone from the hill, 
The current carried us inland still. 
As on this grating we did tow. 
The time had come to let it go. 
*'Take it easy," said one man; 
**Swim on you back all that you can." 
It was a mile before we beached — 
I should never have it reached ; 
The wind and waves made such a spray 
It nearly took my breath away; 
I should not have escaped as I did plan, 
Had it not been for the other man. 
Was told to swim, did the best I could: 
He dragged me like a log of wood ; 
Other efforts also he did not lack, 
Supported me also on my back. 
At times could hardly get my breath, 
And thought it, too, might end in death. 
But we did reach the shore at last, 
And thought our trials almost past. 
But on reaching shore there, as a rule, 
The fishers treated us rather cool. 
While around there we did search, 
On the hill was a Greek church. 
And with the church a monastery, 
And a Greek priest old and hoary. 
He did not kick up any fuss, 
But didn't seem quite pleased with us. 
But though he did not us desire, 
Gave us some clothing by the fire. 
But when we on the shore did land, 
I kept the papers in my hand. 
They gave us a little goat's flesh, I think, 
And a crude liquor also to drink. 
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The stuff so potent and strong was it, 
Enough to make a toper sick. 
Our clothes taken in a room to dry, 
Our valuables on a stand near by. 
After awhile to bed we went 
In a narrow cell apartment. 
Had few words of any sort, 
And not there very much comfort. 
We all did think and it did seem 
This was the base of the submarine; 
Our task to leave not an easy one. 
Though I had slept till the setting sun. 
The lieutenant, sitting by my side, « 

My papers also I did hide. 
I asked him if he had the spunk 
And if he'd talked with any monk. 
One spake French, the other Greek, 
He laughed, saying, "These I can not speak. 
That was too much for me I found, 
I was knocked out the first round ; 
If you can speak it, take the ground." 
We said to ourselves, ''What shall we do?" 
For neither of us then really knew. 
When only a few words we did speak. 
We heard the sound of trampling feet. 
We talked a little, then very soon 
A dozen fellows burst in the room. 
One German agent I did know, 
One I saw down at Cairo. 
I had little knowledge of the Greek, 
And the German could not speak. 
It was evident he did with them fuss. 
And wished them then there to kill us. 
Said no Englishman must there survive 
And leave that island still alive. 
Thought how I could destroy my dispatch, 
As this German this plot did hatch. 
As he gesticulated and did swear, 
But they hardly thought it was quite fair, 
Though these ferocious, cruel elves 
Kept everything among themselves. 
Some of them did seek our lives. 
Had their hands on their long knives, 
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As if they would strike off our head, 

By this noxious German led. 

But when they to this pitch had got, 

In came the prior or abbot. 

So he allowed then to the contrary, 

They should not kill in the monastery. 

I thought for sure we were undone, 

And at last our end had come. 

I tried to speak to the priest, but he 

Could not or would not answer me. 

Suggested to them the best way would be 

To cast us all into the sea. 

They agreed with him, letting go their knives, 

And thought this way they'd end our lives. 

Then they commanded us again 

To get ready and follow them. 

To speak with the lieutenant I had no chance 

Until a little they did advance. 

"They'll take us a couple of miles,'* he said, 

"Then with their knives will kill us dead." 

Seven or eight of them were heard 

Getting a plank to get aboard. 

They pushed off as it was growing dark. 

And from that island we did part. 

We came out where we were before, 

And saw the monastic light once more. 

I wondered what would be our fate. 

And why those monsters did us hate. 

Wondered why their wish did not fulfill 

And had not killed us on the hill. 

Was it possible, as my partner said, 

We'd be more use alive than dead? 

It might be information to find out 

These maneuvers were all about. 

To take us out to the submarine. 

That information might be seen. 

Little did they think, that cruel band. 

They had the messages there on hand. 

But did not know of this revelation, 

And compel this information. 

When we sailed out a mist did fall ; 

We thought it was the end of all. 

Were in suspense four hours there, 

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Till a loud noise did fill the air. 
First the roar of great cannon, 
Then the sound of a machine gun. 
This on them had a great effect, 
Were much surprised, remained quiet. 
Then they chattered just like a parrot. 
As if afraid of being caught. 
Some pierced the mist, as if to greet 
Some parties coming with a fleet. 
One fell down, and while lying there 
Wished me now his life to spare. 
The strange thing was, the firing ceased, 
For we had quickly been released. 
As it ceased again a dead silence fell, 
And we were in an awful spell. 
It might be yet our own deathknell, 
And we were in the same peril. 
Those men, grown brave by truculence, 
Might kill us 'fore departing thence. 
This also was too much for me : 
I yelled out loud across the sea; 
The lieutenant, then, with still more grit. 
Hallooed so loud that they heard it. 
For a long time hallooed there this way, 
And these villains had little to say. 
When one at last did courage take. 
He soon found out his great mistake ; 
My mate upon him then did frown, 
Up with his fist and knocked him down. 
Before he got up and made a fuss, 
The British destroyer was on us. 
Which longed we for, and long had craved, 
And so at length our lives were saved. 
She seemed like a demon of the night 
As she gleamed forth and hove in sight; 
For a moment I thought she'd cut us through, 
And also did this cut-throat crew. 
They were so scared, they felt so blue, 
They threw themselves in the ocean too. 
These were also shortly drowned; 
The others, too, fell to the ground. 
The crew on the ship my partner heard, 
Came to us, we were soon aboard, 
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And now our troubles were almost past,- 

And we were safe aboard at last. 

So after all our trip did run, 

And got back safe to old London. 

This island also, I may say. 

Was raided, too, on the next day. 

The German agent who did this begin 

Was known by his unshaven chin ; 

He then and there was also caught, 

Received his sentence and was shot. 

This island, it seemed, was a submarine base; 

The monks might not have known the place. 

But these cruel fellows had there been caught, 

And, as deserved, were also shot. 

You young folks had better be careful, too. 

For you may be caught in your mischief, too. 

The best way is not to wrongly fight, 

Then you will come out all right. 

And amid the battle and the strife, 

Would not be apt to lose your life. 

For men do "reap what they do sow," 

It matters not where'er they go. 

As possibly you've heard before, 

'The mills of the Gods grind slow but sure." 



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Death Orgy in Moscow 

The names of Peters Trotsky and Lenine 
Will be famous throughout all time. 
Their names are written in deeds of blood, 
For they have massacred all they could. 
Like old Nero of ancient Rome, 
In modern times they stand alone. 
Their deeds of death a book would fill, 
The Russians they did slay and kill. 
Some of their deeds done in Moscow 
Are recorded by Anna Skelno. 
She was secretary at that time, 
And relates some of their crime. 
Her residence in the city there 
Comes to her now like a nightmare. 
They began in August, 1916, 
When the Mirbach tragedy was seen. 
He was the Hun ambassador, they say. 
And had no business there anyway. 
The Hun had no business there at any time 
Who favored Trotsky and Lenine. 
And Mr. Trotsky, by the way. 
Came from the scum of New York, they say, 
Who, if he had been better trained. 
Ne'er such fame would he have gained. 
Which fame for any man to-day 
Should cause little or no envy. 
But we'll return to the scenes of Moscow, 
As given here by Anna Skelno : 
"As I went to my office down the street. 
So many men and guns did meet. 
I turned out of the thoroughfare. 
So many guns were spurting there. 
As I met Peters, he did not grin, 
For his passion was boiling in him, 
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His eyes were blazing with excitement 
As I into his office went. 
Said, as I appeared in the doorway, 
'Great things have happened here to-day. 
The counter revolution is about; 
As commissioner I must stamp it out. 
Look at those papers, if you please. 
And tell me what you think of these.' 
He furiously took in hand his pen 
And scrawled his name then across them. 
I was greatly annoyed by his plan, 
For before he seemed a kindly man. 
Took off my gloves without much thinking, 
Supposed the fellow had been drinking. 
Surprised then, too, at my indifference, 
He thundered out, 'These are death warrants. 
It's war on the burgeois we've declared, 
They have in this rebellion shared. 
And we will also the first chance 
Exterminate them, root and branch.' 
As this was spoken, I slunk away; 
He seemed to notice my dismay. 
He looked at me with onimus glance, 
With a hideous laugh, 'Yes, root and branch. 
Remember, sister, it must be thus: 
Who is not for is against us.' 
He jingled a bell to the guards behind 
And handed them the names he signed. 
And then he growled, and this did say, 
'These cases admit of no delay.' 
'But you have not looked at them so far. 
You cannot tell who these names are.' 
'What matter? They're enemies of the land, 
Must be struck down by the pieople's hand. 
There's need of haste, sister ! need of haste ; 
We certainly have no time to waste.' 
Just then he motioned to my chair; 
If not, I should have fallen there. 
Overcome with despair, could stand no more, 
Should have fallen on the floor. 
Passed me a bundle: 'Read in haste, 
For there is now no time to waste. 
You may think it possible to omit vsome one, 
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To delay a little, but I see none/ 

I took the papers he cast at me, 

But so stunned could hardly see. 

I looked them over to see the ground 

On which their sentences were found. 

The first to notice, his name did see, 

Was an officer in the infantry; 

The next of a different variety, 

Belonged to the higher society; 

Another condemned, on the other hand. 

Owned thirty thousand acres of land. 

I thought Peters right, there on the spot 

It mattered little whether signed or not, 

If they took the notion anyway. 

They anyone would kill and slay ; 

Executed for no offense, however small, 

Just killed for envy, that was all. 

As I read o'er the names of Peters' ire, 

I saw a name as written in fire ; 

The name of Ilya Karolin, I did see, 

When Peters fixed his eyes on me. 

An exclamation gave, as in a fit, 

When he demanded, 'What is it?' 

^Nothing,' I said, as I formed my plan; 

I will prevent this if I can, 

For he was also a great friend of mine, 

I had known him a long time. 

I would take that name from the rest away, 

And his execution at least delay. 

This friend so dear to me, also his wife, 

The closest friends I had in life. 

I found all that this man had done. 

Fought on the side of the Czardom. 

Just as I had planned to shelter him. 

In came his wife, Dora Karolyn. 

She wore a white dress, a little black hat, 

And looked like an innocent child at that. 

Her hands locked fast as she took her place, 

With tears streaming down her pretty face. 

With humble entreaty she did insist, 

It seemed to me none could resist. 

She poured out there the tears of sorrow, 

Lest Ilya be slain upon the morrow. 

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'It's for Ilya I came, the man I love; 
For Ilya Karolyn, all others above. 
Spare him! he's done nothing here nor there. 
Spare him! Oh, my husband spare!' 
Finally on her knees she slips, 
Kissing his hand with her sweet lips. 
Thus she did with Peters plead 
In this her greatest time of need. 
'When did you marry him?' he said, 
As she there bent down her head. 
'Only three days ago, 'tis surely true; 
On that same day arrested, too. 
Truly he's nothing done, and even Lenine 
Has thanked him twice here since that time 
For keeping order in his regiment, 
Where he was, too, but lately sent. 
He is not an enemy to anyone, 
And this thing must be undone.' 
He was looking at the paper to see, 
While she was pleading at his knee. 
I did not stir, then, if I could, 
For the chilling of my blood. 
'You have a paper, sister, there I see, 
Please hand it over and give it me.' 
Dora and I watched him with pen 
To see if he would cross it then. 
We thought that he might, then, perhaps, 
But as he did not, Dora collapsed. 
And all that he did or then did say 
Was to the guard, 'Take her away.' 
Then he summoned the guard unto his side 
And shortly after took a ride. 
He drove with me to the prison gate, 
Where the captives met their fate. 
A ruffian opened that gate just then, 
Who himself was in the pen. 
A gloomy place, high walls on each side. 
That kept it dark, the sun did hide. 
I moved by his side the best I could. 
My feet slipped on the stones of blood. 
Peters himself turned ghastly pale, 
Leaned on my arm, to walk did fail. 
This I could hardly bear at length, 
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For I also had lost my strength. 
The ruffian laughed and gave a flask 
Of vodka, which we did not ask. 
This helped him for the time, you see, 
So he handed some of it to me. 
If I had not taken just then a swallow, 
I could not have stood what was to follow. 
The next thing we saw was chattering among 
The fierce Chinese that came along, 
All armed with guns and blood-stained knives, 
With horrible bloodthirsty eyes. 
Then came the sound of heavy strides, 
With hands bound also to their sides. 
And there was Ilya, to our surprise, 
With unflinching courage in his eyes. 
His face was pale, but his head erect, 
To face his fate he did expect. 
As he looked on us, contempt did blend, 
And scornful hate, on me his friend. 
Between two guards he did come in, 
But they stepped back and released him. 
And then a desperate, hideous Chinee, 
Like a misshapen chimpanzee, 
Stole up behind with noiseless tread, 
Pulled out his gun and shot him dead. 
As I saw him raise his great pistol, 
I closed my eyes before he fell. 
As two reports did ring around. 
They seemed to be almost one sound. 
'Look,' said Peters, 'there, look out! 
Your friend's a widow beyond a doubt!' 
I can not now or ever tell 
How I was conquered by that spell. 
I almost there did lose my breath, 
'Twill haunt me till the day of death. 
And my torture will last through time 
Of Ilya's mistaken look on mine; 
I shall always see that look, and never can 
Shake off the look of that dying man? 
On the next day was cheering in the street, 
As some personage they did greet. 
The Red Guards and people at this time 
Greeted the commissioner, Lenine. 
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I watched Lenine upon the scene, 

But suddenly I heard a scream. 

I saw Dora Karolyn coming in, 

Making way to get to him. 

As I saw her real, determined face, 

I could hatred and murder trace. 

Peters saw her on her way; 

All he did was to curse, they say. 

As he saw her there among the band. 

With a pistol in her hand. 

Then we saw it was no joke, 

As we saw two puffs of smoke. 

Heard one report, and then another, 

Closely following, too, each other. 

Lenine threw up his arms, fell in the street, 

While all his friends sought him to meet. 

Fascinated by the horror of it, 

I, too, was almost in a fit. 

I saw a burly fellow his rifle hurl 

At the poor, despairing girl. 

She collapsed into a crumpled heap 

As the ruffians did her badly beat. 

I saw no more, but fainted then. 

Till consciousness I regained again. 

Peters standing over me with an evil face, 

Now the situation I could trace. 

T told you she'd not be a widow long; 

To-morrow she'll be shot or hung. 

The Chinese will have to kill her, too; 

To-morrow there they this will do. 

Then she can join her Ilya, you see' ; 

Then walked off and there left me. 

I sat reflecting on these strange things, 

That had led to such awful things. 

And after reflecting, went away, 

Ne'er to forget that awful day." 



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Retribution 

It has been said in classic lore, 
''The mills of the gods grind slow but sure." 
So in the history of nations past 
Retribution has come at last. 
Especially in those that went too fast, 
And now we look and stand aghast. 
'Tis true also with men of state. 
Each must meet his own earned fate, 
Sometimes early, sometimes late. 
When man violates the law divine, 
They must pay for it sometime. 
This law holds good in nature, too; 
In the spiritual realm it's also true. 
Whate'er you do, what you're about, 
"Be sure your sin will find you out." 
And whatever you do, or where'er you go, 
''You will reap what you do sow." 
But it seems to be the natural way 
This infallible rule to disobey. 
The truth of this they realize too late, 
Then compelled to succumb to fate. 
This of individuals is not only true. 
But also true of nations, too. 
Look at Nineveh, Babylon, or Rome; 
But these ancient nations are not alone: 
Look at those still nearer home, 
Who for their crimes do now atone — 
Though some say nations have no soul. 
Are badly mistaken on the whole. 
Nations are made up of individuals, you see, 
And have to bear their responsibility. 
And justice and retribution, too, they get — 
Sometimes more than they expect. 
Look at Austria, who this war begun : 
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What a small state it has become! 
Its monarchy its race has run, 
And democracy its race begun. 
And how sad has been Austria's fate, 
Internally and externally, too, of late; 
Not only deprived of very much land, 
But so weak can hardly stand. 
And it was reported just the other day 
That she was starving, any way. 
She trampled on nations all she could. 
Now she's short of fuel and food. 
Though England was so very good 
And shipped to them some of her food. 
But she alone could not them supply — 
They must get help or they will die. 
In Vienna each one has to stand in line 
To get some bread after a time. 
They say she'll starve before the spring. 
If food they do not to them bring. 
So they have appealed to the Council in Paris 
To see if they'll help them in their distress, 
Saying ''they will bond the Austrian state'* 
If they can get some food to ate. 
All its prosperity and all its wealth 
To preserve their lives and health. 
Allowed a hundred pounds of fuel a week, 
And a very little bread to eat. 
These are so scarce there, we are told, 
They may die, too, with the cold. 
Starvation increasing all the time. 
Increasing also is their crime. 
One family was so short of bread, 
The parents remarked one day, 'tis said, 
*'For the children left, would be more bread 
If some of them were really dead.'* 
A ten-year-old this saying to fulfill 
One day his sister tried to kill ; 
Thus he thought, if they hadn*t her to keep, 
He himself would get more to eat. 
So they have so little means, 
They are driven to such extremes. 
So she is reaping now to-day 
What she's been sowing anyway. 
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Look also at Hungary, too, 
What sore distress she had gone through. 
What has been the real outcome 
Of the communists and Bela Kuhn. 
Certainly they were going some 
Till starved out, 'most every one. 
And by anarchy overcome ; 
And even the wealthy Karolin 
Had everything taken away from him. 
And Hungary is hungering now. 
Till the Allies settle her mighty row. 
And the Jugo-Slav and the Czecho-Slovak 
Have knocked her off her former track, 
And they a new course have begun, 
Since she her race has nearly run. 
Look at old Bulgaria, too, 
Who hardly knows just what to do. 
But finally went with Austria, too; 
Got the disease worse than the "flu." 
But when the Allies did her grind, 
She thought that she would change her mind. 
At last she did not act so grand, 
Had to give up her stolen land. 
Also Max of Baden, and Constantine of Greece, 
Who also got a quick release, 
Who, too, at last did also land 
In the country of Switzerland. 
And old Turkey, as the Allies said, 
Has at last been badly bled. 
Doesn't know whether she's alive or dead, 
And one thing sure, has lost her head ; 
As she flops also and hops around, 
Only parts of her are really found. 
And she has been so mighty blue 
After gobbling up Armenia, too, 
Her head 'most off, can hardly kick, 
Wants the American doctor, she's so sick. 
She hardly knows which way to go, 
She is torn and cut up so. 
Take the German eagle also, too, 
As o'er Europe it proudly flew, 
Sought to fly all over the world. 
Now its wings are closely furled. 
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Now with discontent imperiled, 
And with anarchy is whirled; 
This proud, defiant, autocratic bird. 
Things true before are now absurd. 
She's lost so many soldiers, too, 
She hardly knows just what to do. 
She went into the war so steep. 
Her dead from one to four feet deep, 
As were counted there awhile 
For a distance of ten mile. 
Instead of its boasted autocracy. 
Have taken despised democracy. 
And is now raging with dismay, 
As they have taken every colony. 
Also her isles out in the sea 
Have they taken from Germany. 
And some of her state they have taken away. 
So she is almost like Turkey. 
And even the province of Shantung, 
That she held and claimed so long; 
Besides over the indemnity so sore, 
About twenty-five billions more. 
And notwithstanding her ostentation. 
Has to support foreign occupation. 
And boastful Germany finds to-day 
That retribution she has to pay. 
But she was bound so fast to go. 
Now she reaps what she did sow. 
She, too, was bound to go her way. 
This is what the Scriptures say: 
"Righteousness doth exalt a nation; 
Sin receives its reprobation." 
"Might makes right" they, too, did say; 
Now they find it doesn't pay. 
They made for others a peck of trouble. 
Now they have their portion double! 
And their desires were not fulfilled, 
Over a million Germans killed. 
If you wish their fate to see. 
Look at my poem on Germany. 
Then Russia seems to be reaping, too, 
For what she did or did not do. 
If fighting for right she had not quit, 
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She would not have had the Bolshevik, 
Nor had such a mixed-up mess to-day, 
As they misgovern, kill, and slay. 
Of course the Czarina had much to do. 
But she got her retribution, too. 
Had not the Czar listened to her whim. 
It might have been quite different with him. 
He may not have thus lost his life. 
By paying heed unto his wife. 
Like the queen of Greece did the king deceive. 
So she tried to make the Czar believe. 
Just like Adam with old Mother Eve, 
He lost his life, as did him deceive. 
Otherwise victory would have sooner come. 
And the world war sooner won. 
Nations get retribution here, you see; 
Individuals in time and eternity. 
Where are the monarchs known to fame, 
Who sought more of this world to gain? 
Francis Joseph, the Austrian, has gone. 
He who this world war had begun, 
And his cause relied upon. 
Whether for weal or whether woe, 
He himself did have to go. 
The King of Bulgaria, not content, 
Down to his grave he also went. 
Francis Joseph's successor, King Karl, you know 
Into banishment did go. 
And the Russian Czar, as already said, 
Had to flee and now is dead. 
And the treacherous Czarina, too. 
Through seas of blood has waded through. 
It seems she did deserve her fate, 
As she did the right cause abate, 
And by her aid and selfish will, 
Many Russians did also kill. 
And though the Czar was much the wiser. 
She abetted and helped the Kaiser. 
And the Kaiser — allied with God, he said — 
Was really by the devil led, 
So he's reaping also to-day 
What he sowed in his selfish way. 
Though Holland tries to shelter him, 
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Lest he be punished for his sin, 

His boasting and his power is gone, 

Has little now to rely upon. ' 

He does not ride his high horse so, 

Will speak to folks a little low; 

Has the world's ignominy on his soul, 

As over him the surges roll. 

At least should be banished to some isle, 

There to think it over awhile, 

Until from Mother Earth he goes 

To give account for all her woes. 

Though he and the leaders of Germany 

Can never atone for it in eternity. 

Many of his generals will be tried. 

Who are to blame and also hide. 

In this matter they will be tested, 

Many of them already arrested. 

So retribution may come at last 

To these monarchs who went so fast, 

Some time ago did boast and shout; 

Now their *'sins have found them out." 

And they will suffer where'er they go, 

And will reap what they do sow. 

Moral 

So, young folks, may a lesson learn 
As from these tragedies you turn. 
You see what happened to the Archduke 
For being of so little repute, 
And how this world to war was brought 
By a young Serbian's pistol-shot. 
You know not as you go from hence 
How great may be the consequence. 
Their actions bad; may yours be good, 
Help other persons as you should. 
Some of these monarchs undecided, too. 
And hardly knew just what to do. 
But on the wrong side they decided; 
Now they are greatly derided. 
If they'd decided another way, 
Things would have been different to-day. 
So whatever you do, as it is said, 
"Be sure you're right, then go ahead." 
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And false ideas do not attain ; 
From false ambitions, too, abstain. 
Be brave and true, and do the right, 
And only for the best things fight. 
Seek a career the very best, 
That will stand the hardest test, 
Then the world will call you blest. 
Make this world a good institution, 
And you'll get no retribution. 
And you'll find it really pays 
"To walk in Wisdom's pleasant ways." 
If you, too, do sow wild oats, 
You'll be placed among the goats. 
If your charge you truly keep, 
You'll be placed among the * 'sheep". 
Though foolish folks may on you frown, 
You'll receive a ''brighter crown." 



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Peace Song 

As from the gloom and dark of night 

The sun brings forth its glorious light, 

Proclaims, as it goes on its way, 

The beautiful and glorious day, 

So from the gloom and smoke of war, 

From human blood and battle scar, 

The sun of peace doth now arise 

And shine more bright in freedom's skies. 

Hear ye the triumphant bugle's call, 

All ye nations, one and all: 

Watch o'er the land, control the sea 

For freedom and for liberty. 

Peace comes to reign the nations o'er — 

Universal peace, unknown before. 

Hail to this mighty orb of peace ! 

To every tribe a sweet release. 

Now all hail this new relation. 

This true freedom of every nation. 

That all nations now may stand 

In one grand, united band. 

That war and strife forever cease. 

The glorious reign of the Prince of Peace, 

With his banner floating o'er us, 

We will ever prove victorious. 

Till every land and every clime 

Accept these principles divine. 

Now peace shall reign where'er the sun 

Does his successive journeys run, 

And be proclaimed from shore to shore 

Till sun shall rise and set no more. 

Till the "Son of righteousness has come,'* 

To Him the nations shall be won, 

Till he shall reign the nations o'er. 

His kingdom reach from shore to shore. 

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Table of Contents 



Volume I 



PAGE 

Preface 3 

American Legion 7 

Yankee Song of Victory. . 11 

Kaiser's Birthday 15 

Kaiser's Christmas 19 

Kaiser's God 24 

Kaiser's Temptation. .... 29 

Kaiser's Accusation 32 

Kaiser's Efiftgy 40 

The Armistice 43 

Victory Thanksgiving. ... 47 

German Retreat 50 

Watch on the Rhine 55 

The Lusitania 59 

Clemenceau Shot 62 

Eisner's Assassination .... 68 

Liberty Day 72 

Aftermath in Berlin 79 

Airplane Girl 88 

The Cootie 91 

The Air Fight 95 

War Dogs 99 

Hindenburg's Horse 105 



PAGE 

Greatest Sacrifice 108 

The Irony of Fate 110 

The Brave Captain 112 

The German Submarine. . 114 

The Brave Boy 116 

Heligoland 118 

Sea Lions. 121 

The Beautiful Hungarian 

Spy 124 

French Heroine 127 

American Spy 132 

Prisoner's Escape 135 

Norwegian Spy 139 

Mad Airman 144 

The Greatest Hero 149 

The Kidnapped Spy 154 

Super Spy 158 

Bravest Hero 163 

A Modest Hero 166 

Five German Spies 169 

Pershing's Sword 174 

Pershing's Reception 177 

Bogus Hero 180 



HISTORY OF NATIONS ENGAGED 



Austria 183 

Hungary 187 

Germany 190 

Belgium . 208 

Bulgaria 213 

France 217 

Greece 222 

Italy 225 

Serbs (Jugo-Slavs) 229 

Roumania 233 

Czechs 236 

Poland 239 

Russia 244 



England 250 

Chinese 258 

Japan 264 

Turk 270 

Armenia 281 

Opera Singer's Fate 292 

German Woman Soldier. . 295 

Beautiful German Spy. . . 310 

The Torpedoed Ship 317 

Death Orgy in Moscow. . . 324 

Retribution 330 

Peace Song 337 



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Outline Contents of Volume II 



English Song. 

Wilson in France. 

Wilson at Home. 

Wilson in England. 

Peace Treaty. 

Russian Nurses Escape. 

Communial Love. 

Czar's Death. 

Czar's Mother's Escape. 

Edith Cavell. 

Russian Bride's Honeymoon 

on the Front. 
Bolsheviki. 
Princess' Escape. 
Ireland and Irishman. 
Princess St. Patrick. 
Korean Revolt. 
New York Reception. 
Sunken Fleet. 
League of Nations. 
Prairie Division. 
Rainbow Division. 
Rainbow Reception. 
Decoration Day. 
Missionary's Escape. 
Roosevelt. 

Bogus Hero's Romance. 
Weather and War. 
Winter of 1919. 
Jackfrost and Groundhog. 
lUfated Ship. 
Jackfrost and Uncle Sam. 
The Strikes. 
Woolworth. 
Carnegie. 
The Prize Fight. 
Christian Science. 
The Centenarian. 
Mars and Sol. 
Mars and the Children. 
Trial Marriage. 
Japanese Romance. 
Illfated Child. 



Love and Condemned 

Innocence. 
Education. 
Hasty Marriage. 
The English Girl. 
Negro Pride and Pluck. 
Good But Strange Mothers. 
Her Two Husbands. 
Wolf Boy. 
The Explosion. 
Million Dollar Girl. 
Romantic Wedding. 
Woman Suffrage. 
Moonshiner's Fashion. 
Bible Wines. 
Spiritualism. 
Music. 

Model Young Men. 
Ideal Young Lady. 
Movies. 

Millionaire Husband. 
Amusements. 
Moral Men. 
Divorces. 

The Model Husband. 
The Ideal Wife. 
Proper Food. 
The Potato. 
Sunday "Blue Laws". 
Ideal Business Men. 
The Natural Men. 
Moral Obligation. 
Lying. 
Stealing. 
Swearing. 
Gambling. 

Kitchener's Romance. 
A Young Man's Fate. 
The Billed Buzzard. 
Self -Sacrificed Sergeant. 
"Dad", Old "Dad". 
National Money. 
' Man's Destiny. 



BURT WILLIAMS 
Waterloo, Iowa 



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